by Rachel Bennett
whipped and hooked around cheeks
with a sound like a stir fry
whispering whether frosted
willows might wilt from
wicker interrogation or
wincing cold pressure
whittled to daggers,
Author's Note: It's cold.
Posted on 02/19/2010
Copyright © 2021 Rachel Bennett
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by V. Blake on 02/19/10 at 04:59 AM|
|Posted by Amie Golda on 02/19/10 at 05:19 AM|
I love this! Best alliteration I've tasted I think.
|Posted by Therese Elaine on 02/19/10 at 01:53 PM|
'With a sound like stir fry' is my favourite line of this -but what a fantastic job you did with the alliteration! And speaking as one who lives in the 'Windy City' I can say that it's a pretty damn accurate description of the various noises it makes, and the knife-like sensation of trying to tackle it head-on and breathe at the same time!!!
|Posted by Julie Adams on 02/19/10 at 03:35 PM|
Well well well, what a wonderful world of whirring w's, how u capture the sound of wind in ur own way...the stir fry reference is crisp and just sizzling, love it...the whole piece, shaped not unlike a looming tornado, spins to a tight closure of imagery one can't help but feel and hear at once...well done, congrats on making the top rated list too, well deserved :) peace, jewels
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/19/10 at 04:10 PM|
OH, brrrrrrrrr, you've captured the wind!
|Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 02/19/10 at 04:31 PM|
Yes, this definately speaks COLD!BRRRrrrr. Nice work.
|Posted by Beth K Hannah on 02/25/10 at 10:27 PM|
i loved the format of the poem...and where I live is very windy...i imagine the poem will sit in my mind often now
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/17/10 at 09:31 PM|