Those little silver bells hung like water droplets,
sparsely on the edge, a small pleasure to behold.
Her veil a brilliant mist that moves about her--
a stratus.
Ever in orbit, guided by bejeweled spidery fingers
created just to pluck and pull,
giving birth to great sweeping gestures.
Silk clad motion, gravitating about her like sail boats.
Dark chocolate eyes to summon and speak when her lips disappear.
Hidden beneath a starry mask covering her humble mouth,
keeping all her secrets.














Devious Comments
Comments
There's a lot of things about this that are good. You've got some nice language, sounds, and a fair sense of pacing. What I feel is lacking atm is a sense of what you want the poem to achieve thematically. It's pretty, and striking, but is presented in such a imagistic way that it's difficult to derive a purpose behind it. In short: how do you want the reader to react to this? Ought they to feel sad, happy, or what? Obviously, to state anything like that outright is reductive and over-simplifying, but it's something that's important to have clear in one's mind.
Also, examine what you say a little closer. For example: do water droplets actually tinkle at all? The simile feels good and assured at first, but it doesn't really work. Also, what does this relate to? What is tinkling? It looks like you've set up a kind of metaphorical fallacy: bells are like water droplets are like a strong Irish mist is like a veil. How does the veil, the only thing that *actually* exists here, tinkle?
You can refine some of the language, too. Perhaps 'guided' would be better than 'commanded', for example. 'Made' would be better than 'created' in terms of the line's musicality. And so on.
Hope this helps in some way. With just a bit of refinement this will be lovely.
Thanks,
James
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In response to one thing you had pointed out. "metaphorical fallacy: bells are like water droplets are like a strong Irish mist is like a veil. How does the veil, the only thing that *actually* exists here, tinkle?"
The veil tinkles because in this particular instance, rather culture, that I am writing of, it is not uncommon to have a beaded or bell-sewn veil. It's one of those in-the-know moments, but I will still clarify that in my writing.
As for the emotions that are derived from my poem, I would have to say, awe and desire.
I will most assuredly correct all of the flaws with this work and put your advice to good use. Thank you so much for taking the time to review my work, it is most appreciated, James.
So once again, thank you kindly.
I think I'll need to read it a few dozen times more.
I think I'll need to read it a few dozen times more.
I'm honoured that you've read my work. But oh, thank you for such a lovely compliment. I'm terribly glad you enjoyed it.
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