262nd Virtual Poetry Circle
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Welcome to the 262nd Virtual Poetry Circle!
Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s book suggested.
Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.
Today’s poem is from Lucy Ives from Orange Roses:
Beastgardens
first garden
Beastgarden.
second garden
Bees go mad on late summer evenings, should People stray from their jobs towards water
Beastgarden.
third garden
Who makes the rented red boat's Oars turn
Who is the younger one always Turning up
Who professes to be better because He is just looking
Who says he is worse off as He cannot look
Beastgarden.
fourth garden
The unicycle girl, thin Like one with a sexual problem, Goes through The Schlosspark. This follows: Father rolling his eyes
Beastgarden.
fifth garden
The man from Manchester Has my breast in his hand
These are funny They don't do anything do they
Being burnt by a fire I say
Beastgarden.
sixth garden
Similarly, if only You grasped some Titanic misery or a Love like an old man's
Beastgarden.
seventh garden
Where were we
A ballroom competition goes on A yellow satin bikini A fuchsia floor-length are Dancing; an audience is Drinking, clapping 1 2 3 1 2 3
Beastgarden.
What do you think?