Hey, everybody. This is the poem I wrote for my blogpost. I was thinking mostly of Eva and Plumb when I wrote it, but I think it can also fit Sula with Chicken Little.
The first wanderings,
Innocent and whole,
Bring big, round tears,
Taste sweet on the lip,
On the tongue.
The plump, heat of it all,
Moist, and solid in the arms.
Slips.
Slowly, slips.
Until the tears turn salty,
And sting the cracked lip.
And wind worn arms,
Clutch, clutch,
Lovingly, Excruciatingly,
Clutch.
At the shadow of a
Once warm weight,
No more.
No more.
No more.
The first wanderings,
Innocent and whole,
Bring big, round tears,
Taste sweet on the lip,
On the tongue.
The plump, heat of it all,
Moist, and solid in the arms.
Slips.
Slowly, slips.
Until the tears turn salty,
And sting the cracked lip.
And wind worn arms,
Clutch, clutch,
Lovingly, Excruciatingly,
Clutch.
At the shadow of a
Once warm weight,
No more.
No more.
No more.
I really liked this poem. Its interesting to me that you think that Eva was clutching on to Plum. It seemed to me that she had let him go instead of holding on to him. But I really liked the imagery you used, and I really can imagine Sula and Nel letting go of Chicken.
ReplyDeleteMay I use this poem for my project about Sula by Toni Morrison? I will make sure I said you wrote it.
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