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Post: “The Geology of October Children” by Faye Sabrage Brontide

Mon, 03 Apr 2017 19:31:29 GMT

Jubial
Mon, 03 Apr 2017 19:34:57 GMT

Ohhhh I love the creepiness of this poem, especially this line: "drink broth from the bones of masters’ feasts. " Good job!

aneporfaerytale
Wed, 21 Jun 2017 08:17:24 GMT

Nice, morbid and deep. I really like the last three lines, nice ending! :)

Alyssa Jordan
Thu, 13 Jul 2017 19:15:29 GMT

The imagery and word choices in this poem are downright outstanding. I reread this several times so I could savor each line; really great job.

jarthurboyle
Tue, 18 Jul 2017 19:58:38 GMT

At first I thought moonmilk was your own neologism and got this great image of some type of distilled moonbeam. After a google I see it has a real geological term as well, and now the two images are intertwining really nicely. Also love this idea of being trapped between two solstices, caught in a sort of no man's land, not belonging and scraping together their own existence from those who do belong (like having to make your own soup from the scraps of everyone else's feast).

Dylan
Fri, 03 Nov 2017 01:51:16 GMT

What I love most about this is the percussive rhythm that accompanies it. The words used produce a certain degree of cadence as you read. I think it truly lends a hand to the mood and tone of the poem. Brilliant diction.

zoe_reads
Fri, 03 Nov 2017 03:14:49 GMT

There's so much imagery, and I love the morbid aspects of it. You have such great diction, and the poem flowed in this choppy, downstream way. A really captivating piece!

Michael Whitney
Thu, 07 Jun 2018 16:18:38 GMT

Beautifully brooding and the rhythm makes it a fun read. Well done!