Jane’s Animals

Jane’s Animals

My shoes clap like a baby’s hands
as I enter the new house. In San Diego
we never had wooden floors and
rows of green, summer foliage
flapping against my bedroom window.

I think about writing a poem as I
leaf out of my room to the humidity
of corridor air, like rolling head-
first down the stairs.

The knob to the attic is cold and
wet. Inside, Jane’s dusty horses
glare at me with tired, fusty eyes;
they’re begging for mercy, for freedom,
for Jane, locked inside their cage. I
look out the window: it’s raining,
and the towers of New York are corned
in black clouds.

Those horses and bears and dogs don’t
know what’s outside, don’t know how
good their lives are. In cool, crisp mornings,
I wake up to the azure shadows of dawn. They
don’t seem to care that the sun always
rises on them first, sets on them
last.

Gadi. wrote:Jane’s Animals

My shoes clap like a baby’s hands---------------just a bit cliche here
as I enter the new house. In San Diego
we never had wooden floors and
rows of green, summer foliage
flapping against my bedroom window.

I think about writing a poem as I
leaf out of my room to the humidity ---------------leaf?
of corridor air, like rolling head-
first down the stairs.

The knob to the attic is cold and---------------- wet belongs on this line
wet. Inside, Jane’s dusty horses
glare at me with tired, fusty eyes;-----------------Frustrated is a much better word..
they’re begging for mercy, for freedom,
for Jane, locked inside their cage. I -----------------put the I on the next line
look out the window: it’s raining,-----------------Theres just something wrong with this line.
and the towers of New York are corned
in black clouds.---------how about in dark and dreary clouds it helps with the theme of the poem

Those horses and bears and dogs don’t
know what’s outside, don’t know how
good their lives are. In cool, crisp mornings, <----Work on the lines here. It looks like a paragraph.
I wake up to the azure shadows of dawn.
They don’t seem to care that the sun always
rises on them first, sets on them
last.

This is very good poem, and im sorry if i was a bit harsh. I hope i helped

Jane’s Animals (Don't need an apostrophe, it should be Janes Animals)



I think about writing a poem as I (A poem though within a poem... An interesting idea, but it puts me off reading a little.)

leaf out of my room to the humidity (You're trying to hard here to put words in to match the summer foliage idea. It's too noticeable.)

of corridor air, like rolling head- (Get rid of the like)

first down the stairs.



they’re begging for mercy, for freedom, (Capital T on they're)

for Jane, locked inside their cage. I (Locked inside of their cage doesn't fit the sentence here.)

look out the window: it’s raining,

and the towers of New York are corned (I think you mean cornered here.

in black clouds.



They don’t seem to care that the sun always

rises on them first, sets on them (this line annoys me a little. 'rises on them first, sets on them last' Doesn't fit well together.)

last.

I think you're trying a little too hard to input imagery in the poem, if you can take some of it out and make the rest more subtle it would be a nicer read. All the same, I enjoyed the poem as it's fresh and new than other poems I've been reading lately. Well done.