Poetry / The Bones (Analysis)
The Bones,
How they smile,
How they glisten,
On this all Hallows Eve night,
Shall we pray,
The bones,
How they dance in the sky to the witches cry,
How the skeletons smiling body twists and turns in the pain of loss,
How the skeletal grin of the cracked forehead haunt the children’s night time visions, buried in the dirt of long ago,
They scratch at the coffins, wooden doors break free,
Some cackle,
Some cry,
Often times they die,
Covered in dirt and mud they slide back to their homes,
Back to their death,
Such a horrid death it is,
To be free of agony,
But to be honest,
Were never really free,
Death offers no freedom,
Or so they cry,
Crawling on hands and knees not again to die,
Halloween shows it’s true colors,
From the Celts of years ago,
Celebrating their harvest,
Celebrating Samhain,
They’d see,
Ghosts smiling in their crops,
To help bring in a healthy harvest,
Deaths they’d bring,
To help celebrate Samhain,
The skeletons now scrounge around their land,
To once again find another day,
Where their world may intervene,
On another Halloween.
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This is a decent holiday poem that has many good examples of the use of sounds to convey meaning (sky/cry/cackle etc.)
My biggest concern is that it almost seems like two poems: you have the bones part and then you have the Celts part—I think the first is more effective and evocative.
Keep writing—I like listening to your work when I read it aloud.
TA
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I love the darkness of the writing and how it shows the pain of the objects. The description and imagery is just great and well done. You keep to the topic very well and it is very well written. Keep up the great writing!
Flamebringer15
I like it, but I prefer poetry that has fewer words. To me, it makes the poem more intense. So maybe shorten up some of the lines. For example, line 9.
Lines I like: “some cackle, some cry, often times they die” “death offers no freedom” “ghosts smiling in their crops”
This was an interesting piece. The timing seemed to be off on occasion but it could of just been my style of reading.
This line ‘Often times they die,’ doesn’t seem to fit to me because they are already dead so they are not able to die again. Maybe a different term or something.
The extremely long sentences just really threw off the flow for me.
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