The Cutting Room
By Philip Sidney
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They were looking for a cure
for the smart-ass girl –
whip-tongued - serpent-haired -
colour writhed along her nerves -
she lacked stillness -
required for shadowy shots
of a doe-eyed femme-fatale -
was too frenetic
for Technicolor slabs of red and white
gingham-dressed smiles -
they toned her down
made the edit
with a simple trick -
a thread of wire
swiftly pushed to neatly snip
connections -
white coats made notes -
barely noticed she'd slipped away - faded
as though on cellulose
her world made
a backward - half-lit negative.
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This is another one that
This is another one that gives something extra with each read (as all good poems do)
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this is really good
It leaves the reader standing in a corner wondering, what the f**k just happened? Certainly one of the best poems I have ever read by you.
Excellent
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The title becomes horrible
The title becomes horrible when you've read the poem
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Wow. Excellent depiction of
Wow. Excellent depiction of character and heart-stopping conclusion! Your metaphors are both stark and subtle... if you know what I mean. Very, very well done.
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Hello Philip,
Hello Philip,
I am not sure I understand it because I don't always pick up on metaphors but I would like to understand it. I'm not good with poetry, lacking a poetic soul as I do but I will come back to it again. Sometimes that does it for me.
Moya
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Wow, what a crisp and
Wow, what a crisp and eloquent read. Like a card trick in your mouth. Truly wizard.
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Wow, what a crisp and
Wow, what a crisp and eloquent read. Like a card trick in your mouth. Truly wizard.
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