CREATIVE: Take a line from either Lowell or Frost and build your own poem trying, where possible, to imitate the style of the poet chosen.
Line taken from Robert Lowell’s “The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket”, part VI. Our Lady of Walsingham
Like the scent of a summer forest, you caress me
Like the eye of a bald eagle, you watch for me
Like the sunlight so effervescently piercing through, you comfort me
Like the love songs I love to sing, you enchant me.
Like Amelia, we soared across the world
Like Marilyn, it was us against the world
Like Presley, our love was tender, but darling
Summer’s gone, Danny boy, and the roses are falling.
I bit the apple with the peach in my hand,
And crushed both as easy as a glance.
Like cows to the old shrine, until you lose
Track of your dragging pain.
We both know it’s not fashionable to love me.
Like a child of the winter, I tore apart your tulle
Not knowing I could never fix it.
I never knew I could be so cruel.