by demure101
I viewed this, the first of the new Demure poems, with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation lest it would not be as wonderful as so many previous ones. This was not helped by my stumbling and initially misreading ‘ripple’ as ‘nipple’ in the second verse (piss off Freud).
It is wonderful. There is that delicate flow of words that I so deeply admire and wish I could do myself. More important still, there is the beautiful, haunting and evocative metaphor – that is teased out, manipulated and extended.
Others are much better than me at seeing and analysing the verbal structures that create flow but I really like the emphasis given by the rhyming of the last two lines.
There are various different styles of poetry. You are by far and away the best in this style of evocative clarity.
You caught me up quickly with:
admiring their reflections from the banks
extend low branches, an entreaty that
will not be answered:
The held me tightly throughout the rest, each line deepening my enjoyment.
...a reminder of the ways in which Man mirrors Nature. And always, a lesson to be learned. Very nicely done!
and you cant pin the blame on an Apple, TK U MLJ LV NV