Spliced

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: House of Ghosts

This is another poem I wrote for my AP English Literature class. Every word was derived from two very different texts we read in class, one an analytical piece about reading comprehension, and the other a version of the fairytale Hansel and Gretel. Let me know what you guys think of it!

Forget your legs, readers,

The moon divided chapters,

Novels filled their pockets with as many as would fit,

We cannot pay attention now.

An aberration high as a mountain,

Twigs were set afire, so accustomed to the morning sun,

They serve their purposes, lazybones.

Our own language “foreign”, God will forsake us,

Bitter tears observed facts,

Comprehensible, full purposes,

You’ll not get another.

Elsewhere, language crept outside,

Distinctive, asleep,

Texts look different in the middle of the woods

 


Submitted: December 20, 2020

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Bert Broomberg

Great poem. Great phrase: "an aberation high as a mountain." The type of poem that asks for rereading it a couple of times.

Mon, December 21st, 2020 4:36pm

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Thank you so much for the kind words!

Mon, December 21st, 2020 10:46am

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