In this poem I was experimenting with line breaks to affect the pace of the reading. I wanted most of the lines to feel like they were flowing or somewhat fluid, and on the line 'catch' I wanted the reader to have to pause and experience that catch in their head.
the lady of the lake
drifts
slowly with the current
soft features
melting
away
soft skin grows pale
weeds
catch
in hair; she pays them no mind
thin fingers swell with water
faint smell of
decay
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