Feb 08, 2005 05:17
...such as alliteration (possibly consonance)
One choice was a poem à la Emily Dickinson
Dear Ones
The Classic Furies would reclaim
the waters of their birth.
Their dogged, jealous vengeance plagued
all guilty souls on Earth.
But Modern Furies understand
revenge is sweetest when
they steal the soul but leave the man
to meet an empty end.
And children born of hollow forms
are torn from idle play
and tortured, march till, drained and sore,
their bodies turn to clay.
I whisper to my Furies, “Take
and deeply drink of me.
By drawing out my love and hate
you write my poetry."