Girl who married in As fractured and complicated as a puzzle, she was the one with the smile that lingered long after she had left the room; we could always be certain of her, like death and taxes, never to talk back; no guise of a metaphor or a simile, always starving despite pronouncements with a mouth full of food; not likely to admit defeat, there was no desisting but she held in her resistance like a heavy piece of a machinery, rusting but in good working order.
another day (only three more to go!), another girl, another american sonnet!
(thanks to the wonderful poet molly fisk for the great prompts she's posted on FB)
Form and content have merged so effectively in this. Really, really wonderful.
thanks very much james 🙂
whew…I love the tension in this poem… your friend is right; the form and content work beautifully together…
love the irony and wordplay with “simile” and similes in general
love the precipitous feel of the image in that last couplet (which, hell, made me remember what it felt like to be married in with my last set of in-laws)
btw, who is Molly Fisk? And, what’s this about her prompts on FB? Are they accessible?