Hi gruzinkerbell! Dropping by to give you a review. I don't usually review poetry, because I struggle to provide adequate feedback, but since alliyah has already provided you with a review, I will focus less on the poetry aspect and more on my overall opinion of the poem and what you might need to work on.
First off, I wanna say that I am not religious and do not know much about the stories in the Bible, minus the most popular ones (David and Goliath being one of them, of course), but this story sounds quite interesting. by the way, the only Bathsheba I know of is the one from The Conjuring... don't google that... why did I have to be reminded of this at 10:20pm ahaha
Regardless of that, I was still intrigued by the poem's title + the description, so I figured I'd check this out!
This is a really good poem! Knowing the true meaning behind it just makes it so bittersweet, though. Knowing the reason why Bathsheba speaks the way she does in the poem, how she was just minding her own business when a man felt that he was owed something from her, that he simply could not control himself enough to just leave her alone. I feel her pain and her guilt, and the way she begged God to forgive her, as if it was her fault for simply existing, and for being a woman. I feel it because I know that pain, as a woman myself.
To be honest, I am not a fan of rhyme schemes. I prefer free-verse poetry. Because you were adhering to a rhyme, there are some lines that felt clunky and could have had an easier flow had you been able to expand on them, but then you would have ruined the rhyme scheme. However, there's nothing wrong with including rhyme and if that's how you feel comfortable writing poetry then that's just fine.
Despite that, I still think this poem was brilliant. I enjoyed your use of imagery in this and I especially enjoyed the repetition you used throughout the poem and the way that Bathsheba's pain began to show through.
These lines were especially dear to me:
My mind goes back to the night after I soaked in bathwater,
When my prayers fell away and I dulled like copper.
and
My mind goes back to the day when I was drenched with bathwater,
when you carried me away like a lamb to the slaughter.
These two were just *chefs kiss* sooo good.
Anyways, I hope this helped a bit! Best of luck with your writing endeavors.
~ Iggy
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