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Blanket Weed (Free verse) by Christof
First, like my daughter's hair, waving with Ophelia's madness
As my hand twists, a fish in the cold bite of water
Fearing the net and the shrouded enigma
Of the wild banshee weed that chokes the pond;
Then, like a green fleece, oozing and dripping
And slip-slapping as I haul it from water to sun,
Ready to be spun once the bright sighted droplets,
The memories of home, have been dried and undone;
Then hung on the wall like a dead shrivelled newt,
Ready for the compost, a coiled desire
For the water, for the silver scrape of the fish
Pushing through, for the whispered thoughts of the current.
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.0
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Posted: July 11, 2007 1:25 AM PDT; Last modified: July 11, 2007 1:25 AM PDT
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Comma after water.
The green fleece image for a fish stuffed and mounted on the wall works well, but the complex way you develop it will leave some readers wondering what you mean.
OK. So is it not clear? I thought that the hair image was plainly referring to the weed - a fish doesn't move like that, and usually isn't green, or fleece-like. Is the hand not clearly enough the fish? I also thought the title made it clear what the subject is. If it isn't plain, the whole thing is, so to speak, blown out of the water. Oh damn it.