What I find interesting about this poem is how it is barely rooted in reality. It feels like a grounded hot air balloon, ballasted with the image of two people lying together in the grass. I definitely see some fantastical imagery here, but I think it only steps out of bounds every once or twice.
and the syrupy scent
of entangled flowers splashes the wind;
One of these words has to go. It feels far too heavy -- syrupy, if you will. In fact, I vote syrupy. This descriptor doesn't jive with the way I think of the scent of flowers. I'm not sure I care for "splashes" either, but that's just because I don't like using that word in describing things in general.
I wonder where the clouds have hidden
and I am sure I can almost hear the earth
counting to a hundred, seeking –
On rereading this verse, I love it. I wish you'd just made the hide and go seek metaphor a little more obvious, because it's so tasty.
like
seeds around the cream and crusted fields,
"Cream and crusted fields"? I don't like it. Mostly for the word "cream", but "crusted" is also awkward and vague. There's definitely a way here to keep the main idea of this simile but spice it up considerably -- I challenge you to find it.
Anyway, eight more days!
-Kylan
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