She sits in laundry like a queen,
opinion keen on every scene.
Trois petits mois – allez hope, cancer de sein!
The jolt of the lymph node.
Drama teen of bilious skein
unraveled, stitch of strawberry roan
as playful as her foal still unweaned,
eyes aquiver, tears unshed,
Oh, dearie, don’t let the critter
fill you with jitter, nor meander
down the dreary pits.
She knelt down and sewed
a star of hope.
Claudia is asking us about multi-layered poetry over at dVerse Poets Pub. How do we build up the colour, texture, meaning of a poem? Poetry is all about allowing multiple truths, multiple meanings to coexist, to shimmer in uncertainty and marvel, but how do we craft that?
Here’s how I set about it in the example above. I started off with a simple word cloud prompt. I borrowed the…
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