Challenge Poem Verbless winter: Brute
The empty field,
a yellow stain,
a sharp-edged stone
in the corpse of moon.
A knife of snarl,
a gasp: a yield,
the blue of bruise
from a winter brute.
© RLW 2023
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The empty field,
a yellow stain,
a sharp-edged stone
in the corpse of moon.
A knife of snarl,
a gasp: a yield,
the blue of bruise
from a winter brute.
No doubt in my mind that you meet IYP’s challenge, RLW. With that belcanto judgement out of he way 🙂 let me say I’m awed by this series of images. and the poetic tools you bring to bear on the effectiveness of the whole. Whatever you do, Rachel, do not ever bin this simply because it’s just a writing exercise to get your creative impulses up and running again. IMO you have the nucleus for extending (or lifting/transferring) this into a much more meaningful and powerful write. a sharp-edged stone in the corpse of moon. I’ve never heard the moon… Read more »
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment on my poem. So kind of you, Belcanto. You know, I won’t throw it away regardless of content as it made me want to write again for the first time in some time. And isn’t it always the way, as with so many things, that you don’t and then you tell yourself you can’t and all you really had to do was try and little by little it comes back. Equally, I was also very lucky as the verbless challenge suited me AND it could be achieved in… Read more »