03-07-2023, 06:54 AM
Hi Steve-
I like the new title and use of a rustling mouse as a metaphor for death.
Some in-line comments:
Quiet as a Mouse
He came
not with a knock
but a seep
under jamb and sill.
A draft, a hunger
a winter’s night chill.
A quiet, a creep
a mere mouse
a shadow nibbling
within the body
of your house.
Almost heard
the faint gnawing,
the chomping, the clawing.
Caught in his throat
only your laugh remained.
I like the new title and use of a rustling mouse as a metaphor for death.
Some in-line comments:
(03-03-2023, 01:50 PM)brynmawr1 Wrote: He came 'He', now that I know, is the mouse/death meatphor.The poem could look something like this (not a word changed, just some cut out):
not with a knock
but a seep
under jamb and sill.
A draft, a hunger
a winter’s night chill. really like this opening
A quiet, a creep
a mere mouse
a shadow nibbling
within the body
of your house. sustaining the metaphor well
Almost heard
the faint gnawing
the chomping, the clawing
pantry through cupboard. This line doesn't work, for me, at least.
We didn’t know
until dust,
meager crumbs
and brittle bones. Another way to describe the discovery would work better. Or just cut these liness.
Only your laugh remained maybe 'last breath' ?? Something other than 'laugh'.
caught in his throat.
Maybe flip the last two lines:
"caught in his throat,
only..."
Quiet as a Mouse
He came
not with a knock
but a seep
under jamb and sill.
A draft, a hunger
a winter’s night chill.
A quiet, a creep
a mere mouse
a shadow nibbling
within the body
of your house.
Almost heard
the faint gnawing,
the chomping, the clawing.
Caught in his throat
only your laugh remained.