\nWord Count: 327<\/p>\n
She crawled into the second stanza late one night, her toes just dangling out the edges of an image. Lavender clouds and fern fingers slipped past her though she reached out and caught them by wisps. She\u2019d twirl the colors around and around into a cone that she then licked off her thumb.<\/p>\n \u201cIt was inevitable,\u201d one neighbor said, \u201cher mother had been a sprite.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh and her father, a gargoyle if ever there was one,\u201d said another.<\/p>\n And though it was true that her mother had balanced her days on a trapeze, that her father was a policeman and her sister a hermaphrodite, the real reason she escaped into a poem was because her heart had been broken. An evil dude<\/a>, a guitar player in a hard rock band had captured her attention and she, a bit too innocent for his type of playing, was left strummed out and broken.<\/p>\n The idea that music–she herself played the piano and danced both tap and toe–would have seduced and caused her heartache like a plucked viola was devastating to her artistic nature. She grieved and carried on a while since no one died of the vapors anymore. Then she climbed inside the poem.<\/p>\n And so the poetry that people read now held within it other messages<\/a>. Metaphor ran rampant and simile she deftly turned into unrelated nonsense. Alliteration led her to tumble tongue-twisters throughout a tercet. Those who sought out comfort and peaceful passage were instead trickered into consternation. Those who read for rhyme and reason were baffled by the unexpected hanging of enjambment. She giggled at their response.<\/p>\n She was mostly happy where she lived and wandered into gardens grown of prose and ivy, and in her darker times, she wore white ruffled gauzy gowns and cried by candlelight.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" THE GIRL WHO LIVED INSIDE A POEM Word Count: 327 She had always had a tendency towards drama so no one was surprised when she hid herself within a poem and would not come out. She crawled into the second … Continue reading ![\"\"](\"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog3\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/015.jpg\" "\\"015\\"")
<\/a>She had always had a tendency towards drama so no one was surprised when she hid herself within a poem and would not come out.<\/p>\n