Thursday 31 March 2016

'Sonnet IV: Jigsaw'

I once had fixed a jigsaw in my youth:
I had two lovers joined in nuptial bliss;
and naught has had them torn asunder still
for I had glued the pieces to the board.
It was a pretty picture, and I'm proud
the only cracks the lovers had 'pon them,
were from the lines each picture puzzle bore
as is the nature of this very game.
The lovers stood beneath a regal tree
with twigs and sticks atop its nour'shing crown;
both, in their gladness, smiling cheek to cheek,
they swore their vows to a phantom audience.
Then, in the eyes of both the lovers' stare
I saw the blankest eyes two lovers could wear.



19/09/15

Poet's Notes

This was a poem I wrote during my saddened state I was in for a while, and criticises certain virtues of marriage that I've encountered and that have hindered my then dreams of a future life. The extended metaphor of the jigsaw puzzle serve to show how futile it is to change what the end product would be as there can only be one outcome in a jigsaw puzzle.

I chose to post this poem this week because I had recently got in contact with a friend who was involved in this whole ordeal, and the sudden re-presence of that friend in my life reminded me of all the emotions and thoughts that had manifested during that time, flooding my body once more with those repressed demons. I look back at the good times and they were truly good, but unfortunately all good things must come to an end. So I hope by posting this I exorcise some of those demons and help myself sleep better from now on. 


Update

Hi guys! If you haven't yet known, I also run a Lord of the Rings Online (LOTRO) fashion blog, and of course every post is accompanied by pictures of the outfits. What I've noticed is that they give the blog a more interesting look. Furthermore, the CIE Literature website also includes a banner-like picture for each poem they give a detailed analysis on. Therefore, taking inspiration from these two main sources, I've decided to include a banner-like picture for every poem I post, a picture to do with the content or context of the poem. Hopefully, they'll not just bring in more life to this blog, but help you, my good readers, deduce more on the context of the poem I post! Do let me know your thoughts on this new feature, and also I appreciate any advice you might want to share about converting this dull website into a poetry blog that actually looks good. Thanks for reading!

Thursday 24 March 2016

'Seasons In A Heartbeat: III. Autumn'

Alas, the once flourishing leaves
     wither away, along with
          the smile that Summer set
     upon my poor face;
          the birds no longer sing
               for all that's fine is
          fading, just like
               her embrace.
                    I beg to know:
               why must the
                    Winter
                         come?

Behold! the beasts of nature born
     silent sleep they to succumb,
          and just like them, her touch
     falls to sleep as well;
          and as I let her go,
               I humbly implore
          let me bid her
               fond farewell.
                    I've yet to know;
               why must the
                    Winter
                         come?


?/?/14

Poet's Notes

Inspired by a flush of emotions felt in a hug, Seasons In A Heartbeat, a poem sequence, was written as an attempt to record such feelings. The metaphor of the seasons each represent the emotions, each season representing a specific feeling - Autumn representing the fear of letting go, as living things let go of life in Autumn. 

The form of this poem was heavily inspired by Weep You No More, Sad Fountains by an anonymous poet after the death of Queen Elizabeth I. In that poem, the poet uses the words and spacing to create the image of crying eyes (or at least that's what it is supposed to be - I honestly don't see it). Despite my inability to visualise the image intended to be present, I adopted the idea. The lines of this poem show the movement of falling leaves as they sway left to right from high up to the ground. The number of syllables also decrease gradually, representing the movement, as leaves make smaller oscillations as it nears the ground. 

Thursday 17 March 2016

Analysis: 'What Thing Is Love?' by George Peele

The Poem

What thing is love? - for sure love is a thing.
It is a prick, it is a sting,
It is a pretty, pretty thing;
It is a fire, it is a coal,
Whose flame creeps in at every hole;
And, as my wit doth best devise,
Love's dwelling is in ladies' eyes,
From whence do glance love's piercing darts,
That make such holes into our hearts.

Analysis

I just thought it would be nice to share with you one of my favourite poems, ever since the day I read it for the first time, as it introduces the "Bittersweet Oxymoronic Nature of Love." Simple to read, simple to understand, simple to appreciate and enjoy, yet it has a substance as complex as love can be.

"What thing is love?"
- the rhetorical question gets the readers thinking, pondering on the question: what thing is Love? then immediately they're treated to Peele's personal answer:

"For sure love is a thing."
- the use of "for sure" shows us that Peele is firm in his belief that Love is this thing he will describe throughout the poem;
- Peele says that Love is "a thing" tells us that it is singular; however he lists multiple things that love is, adjectives that juxtapose each other, suggesting already that Love is oxymoronic.

"It is a prick, it is a sting"
- saying that Love is a "prick" and a "sting" has negative connotations as those words are associated with pain. The "p," "ck" and "st" sounds are harsh sounds as well that add to the unpleasantness of the words' connotations;
- the repetition of "it is" further emphasises Peele's strong conviction of what he believes Love is.

"It is a pretty, pretty thing"
- almost to make up for the negative words in the previous line, Peele describes Love as "pretty" to show its positive side, thus beginning to show the readers the oxymoronic nature of Love;
- the repetition of "pretty" emphasises the positivity of this line, juxtaposing the previous where Love was presented in a negative manner.

"It is a fire, it is a coal"
- the word "fire" has oxymoronic connotations, as it could imply a strong passion or a painful burn. By describing Love as fire, Peele is almost making an epithet of its pleasurable yet painful nature;
- whatever it implies, a fire is often seen as a powerful force, able to feed or kill (again with the oxymoronic connotations), and this could be Peele suggesting that to him, Love is a powerful force;
- describing Love as a "coal" has negative connotations due to its dirty nature, leaving dark stains everywhere;
- however, it could be viewed as Love always leaving its mark on lovers as well, and being very hard to remove and get rid of;
- by using the metaphor of "coal" after "fire" could suggest that Love feeds itself (similar to how I described Jealousy in my other poem), getting stronger with every moment it is alive.

"Whose flame creeps in at every hole"
- "whose" is the first example of personification of Love in this poem, subtle but effective as it gives Love a personality, possibly a female? and letting readers connect with this character. Perhaps Love in this poem is a metaphor for one of Peele's love interests;
- the word "creeps" is negative as it suggests lack of consent or awareness from the victim, showing the readers Love's ability to attack the unsuspecting;
- I interpret "every hole" as "every pore" as in pore in the skin, which then gives a sense of inevitability, mirroring the point about Love being a powerful force. It suggests that there is no escape from Love if it decides to affect you.

"And, as my wit...
...
...
...into our hearts"
- the message in this quatrain of the poem is relatively positive, creating gentle and gayer images. However, there is a heavy use of sibilance which is directly linked with evil or badness, as snakes hiss as audiences used to at villains on stage. The contradicting message to the sound of words further mimic the presentation of the oxymoronic nature of Love.

"Love's dwelling is in ladies' eyes"
- here, Love is spelled with a capital L, obviously personifying it as Peele further states that its dwelling is "in ladies' eyes." It was said that the eyes were the window into the soul, and if taken into account, this saying would suggest that Peele was stating that Love is the soul of a woman, creating a very positive image of women.

"Love's piercing darts"
- the allusion to Cupid here shows how divine an emotion and a force Peele sees Love to be.

"That make such holes into our hearts"
- the aspirant in "holes" and "hearts" remind me of sighing, possibly the happy sighing of Peele himself when thinking about Love.

Long sentence
- everything save the first line is in one sentence. Saying this sentence in one breath is not only difficult but probably impossible as well as it requires a lot of breath. The breathlessness of any reader who attempts to do so however experiences the breathless feeling of being enchantingly in love;
- the long sentence also emphasises how Love has many 'forms' and names, many meanings and many truths, showing the vast enormity of Love's substance and possible oxymoronic connotations.

Simple rhyme scheme
- the simple rhyme scheme simply mirrors the simple message of the poem;
- how regulated the rhyme scheme is also shows readers how much thought Peele put into this poem, suggesting that he has spent as much amount of time pondering on the subject of Love (the simple syllabic structure of the poem does the same thing here). 

Iambic metre
- the iambic metre used throughout the poem is imitative of the heartbeat, a symbol for a living love, which of course is what the poem is describing.

Thursday 10 March 2016

'Sonnet I'

My love is fair like fields of flow'rs that bloom,
yet blossom not has she; she is still small.
Her voice and song to no one doth appall,
yet th'some she speaks do people dread with gloom.
She smiles with teeth like shining, twinkling pearls,
yet rare it is at thee her smile to see.
Her hair may rage just like the wanton sea,
yet gentler is her hair than many girls'.
Her eyes may sparkle like the stars at night,
yet are her eyes a shade of sombre brown.
Her beauty may not be of great renown,
yet do I love her fair in all its light.
She is not perfect; perfection is she
who is herself, no other self can be.



?/?/13

Poet's Notes

This was a classroom activity when I was learning what a sonnet was the very first time in Year 10 or 11 (I honestly cannot remember). To prove how difficult writing a sonnet could be, my teacher, Ms Henderson, challenged us to write a sonnet in 10 minutes. Sitting in a group of four, I noticed how one of my friends looked, and I remember thinking to myself: "she deserves a sonnet." So I wrote one for her, on her.

The content of the poem is somewhat similar to Shakespeare's Sonnet CXXX, commenting on how the subject of the poem is not the most beautiful or perfect being on the planet, as opposed to the mainstream idea of a love poem, but in the final couplet stating that she is good nonetheless. This sonnet is not necessarily a love poem, but it does deal with my adoration of her.

Thursday 3 March 2016

'The Squid'

Justice has gone unserved against the squid;
  his crime: his will to survive,
or rather what he does in order to.
Ever feeding off the fortunes of others,

killing all he must to survive, he
escapes behind a sacrifice
like a coward unable to finish what he started,
like a man running away from his prosecution.
Escaping behind a camouflage,
  he feels no
remorse until he brings about his own end
  simply to escape his fate.



22/02/16

Poet's Notes

This poem explores the banality of evil, where the most ordinary of men in their simple nature may do selfish things in order to achieve the one goal of all living species: survival. It uses the metaphor of a squid to further elaborate on the animalistic nature of mankind, despite it being the most advance and civilised of communities. 

Inspired by a Wattpad post of a friend's (where she told the tale of how she had no clue why she had written the word "squid" to possibly describe Joe Keller from Arthur Miller's All My Sons), I tried to draw the connections and found it soon after some level of research: the squid feeding off the life of others and Keller's feeding his family at the cost of many lives; the squid squirts a distracting black ink to escape and Keller sacrificing Steve Deever as a scapegoat to the angry mob. Then, I thought it would be a good challenge to write a poem based on this concept of linking both Joe Keller's and the squid's animalistic instinct to survive.