Poetry class again, and this time the prompt was to attempt to write a poem personifying death. I feel like that's a very cliche subject matter, which made it difficult for me to address. Here are the two attempts:
They hold an able tooth
which, ancient, gnaws and
gnarls their ruddy hands
When asked they only
answer "Time will tell"
They court in silken shadows
and embrace with spearmint
tongues
seeking their
moment sublime. Block-water
at strange pressures
purses, steams cold
They too
So that's one (the first one I wrote). This, I suppose, is the second:
Soft looks surround
his patient face
eyes, alluring linger
long
He tongues the cut
of his harbour
hut with a broken
wooden wand
His house door opens
empty beds, unshelves
his ardor, gleams
He curls in lonely
hours,
his plush robes
warm him sparely
alone he laughs
and sometimes sings
drinks gin, washes,
grows lean
I have no opinion regarding either of these poems really.
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