Hello noun,
I´m afraid I couldn´t get much out of this piece. It reads more like prose than poetry, not that that´s a criticism, it could be presented as a prose poem. I think my biggest problem was lack of interest in the situation and characters. I never feel involved enough with Rugus, mother and father to care about what they´ve been doing. The revelation at the dinner table would of course be of concern to those involved but it doesn´t make a narrative that I feel concerned about.
Best wishes, Mike
|