
i find my pearls
tramped and mixed in mire
damn!
what looked like a giant chest
was in fact a small sty
the swine! and their foul snouts!
the clowns are not to blame
https://wp.me/p2Uccu-fvC

i find my pearls
tramped and mixed in mire
damn!
what looked like a giant chest
was in fact a small sty
the swine! and their foul snouts!
the clowns are not to blame
https://wp.me/p2Uccu-fvC
So visceral Benjamin- words like sty, swine, and foul snouts give your poem a gritty, physical texture. While the ending gives a sudden shift of perspective – turning the mirror back onto ourselves 🙌 thanks so much for taking part 💞
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Benji, “what looked like a giant chest / was in fact a small sty” feels so sharp to me because the whole poem suddenly flips from hope to disgust in just a few words… well done! 🐖
~David
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