The Hollow
I built you a chamber
in the landscape
And there I kept
your name,
your sound
The air inside
bounced all around
It sucked itself
a yawning hollow
in the earth
Then carried
on the wind,
became
dispersed
The echo aches,
driving
broken ice
across the face
Silver streams
pass slowly
through the space
When I look over
at the hollow
that I made,
I am afraid
I fear the hollow
and its monstrous gaze.
Travis Brow
Mon 6th Feb 2017 10:37
Hello Rhiannon, i'll add my tuppence worth; first off, i like your poem; i like the imagery and the general unsettling sense it evokes. As for syllable count and rhythm i do think it could be tightened up a bit but, if you're anything like me, you might end up tinkering with it for ages - i know some favour the more immediate option of writing with minimal, if any editing, and feel that making alterations after the fact diminishes the impact of the impulse which prompted the piece. The point is, yours is Poem of the Week, so kudos for that alone. Whatever you do, keep posting.
Travis.