02-25-2014, 09:57 AM
Hello Christopher. Here are some thoughts to ponder,
(02-25-2014, 06:18 AM)ChristopherSea Wrote: inspired by Erthona's 'Planting Season'Props for the flower references, many of which I had to dig for a bit to better understand, though there are more I am sure I am missing. I'm not fully sure what I'm supposed to take from the piece as a whole. There appears to be subplots that at the moment I'm struggling with (the religious aspects, the tragedy), but it may just require even further reads. Thanks for the poem; I hope this offers something useful
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Moonflowers dance, as white ghosts, ...I think the simile weakens the image a bit here. Could moonflowers work in a way to actually 'make' them the ghosts? I also would have liked another word besides "dance"; flowers and "dancing" is not quite as fresh an image. Describing the way they are dancing could really make the image pop. On another note, I am enjoying the flowers you picked throughout the piece (moonflowers, nightshade, etc.)
to the Nightshade’s muted horn.....nice line
Troubled gardens are rarely Mum ...perhaps I'm missing something, but the "troubled" catches me off-guard. To this point, I can't sense the problem, making the line feel a bit out of place
on muggy summer eves.
...having read the whole poem a few time, this is a stanza that didn't really fit with the rest of the poem for me, which is a shame because I did like the imagery. There is a story of sorts that really kicks off in the next stanza. Perhaps if the "ghosts" could be tied in to the "tragedy" seen later, but I might just be going for straws here, or just missing something entirely.
The Bleeding Hearts are lamenting
Black-Eyed Susan’s tragedy.
Her abusive Jack-In-The-Pulpit
should rightly be defrocked.
Four O’clock was the dreadful hour
when Susan drank a Hemlock brew.
The Viola bows a stirring Blues
to bewail the senseless loss....in some ways, I feel this stanza and the one above should be switched. It would explain the "tragedy" of stanza two and also the foreshadowing of "troubled" in stanza one. "Senseless loss" feels a bit dramatic to me
Nearing dawn’s Canterbury Bells
with Monkshood pulled down low,
the local friar will chime a plea
to restore our Morning Glory....we got this far without a you or I; the "our" struck me as out of place

