Pluck one, and then two,
hold those tears, though true,
“He loves you not.” Chew
perished juice— his rue.
Pluck three, four, five. Phew.
Let him go. Adieu.
Enough of flower’s woo,
your chapter is through.
Spit the seed ‘side you.
Beside your window’s view,
sink yesterday’s blue,
water with hope’s brew.
Wait for spring’s hue
where snowdrops grew.
Pluck not, rebirthed. New…
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11.28.2019
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The challenge is to write a poem in the format and style of either Plath or Hughes. It must be about something that grows or multiplies and is in some way invasive.
I picked Plath’s format: Plath’s lines are very short, with nearly every line consisting of five syllables; Plath’s poem is arguably feminine in tone.
I also used the monorhyme format – which means all lines are rhyming. 🙂
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I love the title and that you have emulated Plath’s poem. A sadness seeps into the lines, evoked by the ‘oo’ rhymes, the idea of ‘perished juice’ and the lines:
‘Beside your window’s view,
sink yesterday’s blue’.
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“your chapter is through.
Spit the seed ‘side you.” I love this line..
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yay! Glad to know that, Mich! Thank you!
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Ooooh. Thank you for noticing the littlest details, Kim. Really loved the prompt! Thank you!
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This is so well done, and the monorhymes makes it like a chant or a spell to drive out the sadness (though it maybe makes you sink deeper)
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oooooh. thank you for such kind words, Bjorn!
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You always do so well with all these different poem styles!
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awww! I try, Diana! 🙂 Thanksa lot!
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You’re utmost welcome!
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❤ ❤ ❤
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