Dear Isadora
madcap friends bare the blemish
and guilt deals a pick-up pardon
sings havoc for interpretation
like a mindless curl of wind
where faults live unfettered, your
nude-foot scatter scores a flinch
shrug and pout swirl under scarves
fall across the void on that decisive ride
frittered denial points into the dark
in pursuit of wild in the key of black
you fold with the nub of night
dawn discards, steals a curtain call
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A very nice mash. Excellent.
wonderful mash-up. hope all is well.
Nice job with this. I can't tell there were two poems put together here. I also like how you've taken Isadora Duncan and made her details and their telling more abstract than the usual stereotyped aspects I'm more used to. Here she is more metaphor than character in a narrative and this makes the poem more effective in getting across her essence as a dancer, and her historical essence as well.
Each of your poems dance into one another so proficiently it is difficult to tell there were two poems at the start. The result stole a curtain call from me. I read your poem once again. Thank you so much.
I agree with David; the mash-up is pretty seamless. I really enjoyed the imagery of the second stanza.
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like a mindless curl of wind
where faults live unfettered
This line is beautiful, mashed or not.
You used one of my favorite words (unfettered) in this, my favorite stanza...
"like a mindless curl of wind
where faults live unfettered, your
nude-foot scatter scores a flinch"
Yummy. And for an actor, we always love to see that word-combo... Curtain Call... (preferably with wild applause!)
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Congratulations for your book!
Great work, this!
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In addition to the lines Donna picked out, I also very much like
"in pursuit of wild in the key of black/you fold with the nub of night"
from Therese L. Broderick at RWP --The word combinations and phrases here are exotic and arresting, keeping my attention. I love "the nub of night." Here is a letter poem (or epistolary) which begins with a greeting "Dear" and ends, appropriately, with a closing (curtain call).
I tried this type of poem, but struggled. Hopefully I will soon find a prompt I can do on read write poem. I looks like this mash worked well for you!
The evocative language made me think of one of my favorites, Dylan Thomas. Beautiful.
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