As Mount St. Helen's
The core has
risen to the surface.
(His parents would
fight so long and loud)
His neck is red.
His dome like fire.
The heat of his eruption
spilling into the room
burning the innocent
and guilty alike.
Rivers of violent verbs,
adjectives like sulfuric smoke,
begin to choke and suffocate
the object of his oppression.
All the nouns flung into the
flames of hell by hell itself.
posted by dthaase | 8:25 PM
2 Comments:
Hey Dan,
regarding "As Mount St. Helens"
Your first line is nice and punchy.
(I assume this is your poem, right?)
The metaphor works, although I am left a bit puzzled
by who exactly are the "guilty and the innocent."
The object of his oppresion...any other way to state that more concretely or imagistically?
And, your last line is very provocative.
I like the flinging of nouns.
YOu are nailing your first and last lines, it would seem.
Wheaton, IL was the last town I lived in before moving to Portland, OR; now relatively close to Mt. St. Helens, which gets plenty of news coverage by a local television station. Lately, they have been talking about installing a camera inside the crater.
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