05-04-2016, 01:33 AM
Hi RC, some comments for you below:
Best,
Todd
(04-29-2016, 12:29 PM)RC James Wrote: Middle of the room,I hope some of that helped.
Stephanie dances around me,
chasing that old habit
we'd stored away with demons.--You've got some good lines in this poem. This opening though feels pretty flat to me. Your title allows you to sort of set the scene so I'd recommend staying with the actions to convey what's going on. I like the first two lines here to do that. I'm not a big fan of lines 3 and 4. Line 3 is too telling for me and line 4 with demons is a bit predictable. Perhaps replace them with some other image.
What remains of her willpower
spins her out like a whirligig.
Through the window
the sun bakes her as she unfurls.--This strophe is stronger in my opinion. I love whirligig. I also really like "the sun bakes her out as she unfurls." There is a good sense of movement in the poem. I can live with the opening line of the strophe, but if I were to suggest an edit it would be there. Calling attention to willpower in this way sort of slows down the building motion. I don't know if that makes sense but I'd move away from areas that feel explanatory, and maybe simply suggest them in the action somehow.
Pencil thin arms and legs
punctuate her furious craving.--Again this pulls me out of the scene. Furious craving should be captured in the imagery not added as an editorial tag. Again, just an opinon.
Hypnotized by the kitchen clock, --Love this
she hits the door we know as death.
I clench the sill,
and watch,
as she storms the old route,
then I scour the dresser for change.
The coins jangle like a ring of keys
in the hands
of an approaching jailer.--No issues with your end strophe. Love the change morphing to keys to jailer. Very satisfying.
Best,
Todd
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
