JIM: A unicorn, huh? —aren’t they extinct in the modern world?
LAURA: I know!
JIM: Poor little fellow, he must feel sort of lonesome.
- The Glass Menagerie, Tennessee Williams
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and just like the unicorn before the broken
glass horn – lonesome but with all that rainbow
light shining through; such a be-speckled prism.
shattered now on the impact of being manoeuvred by
something – merely misshapen, mishandled and now
appearing similar, no longer dis-
and in space of where the light left is just the twinge
of phantom pain.
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Damn straight! We spell it much better
I liked it, CL. Sometimes I think you're speaking on a level I don't quite understand, but the language I loved. Especially the images of rainbows and phantoms.
Actually 'manoeuvred' is correct, it's english, just as Jack.
Thanks all.
I'll try to clarify some stufferoos.
1. last line in second stanza, I chose to insert a dash after dis in place of similar, because I thought that two similiars in a sentence would make it too wordy. So basically the last line would translate to in layman's terms - looking similar, no longer not similar, or something like that.
2. The last line is regarding a scientific phenomenon where an amputee will still feel pain in a limb that's been amputated.
Niamh I didn't care much for the play either.
This is amazing. Great work, CL. Some parts were very confusing (last sentence in 2nd stanza), but I guess its because I've never seen the play.
Two things here. 'Manoeuvred' should be 'maneuvered', and the last line...I really don't get.
At first I thought, "what?!" So then I proceeded to read the poem over a few more times. That's talent. Good job!
This is a perfect ode to the Glass Menagerie. I have to say I hated that play, but I love your poem.