/ Fantasy / My Castle
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A poem about a king who was marveling at the castle he made himself when an 'acquaintance' arrives.
Warning: Contains soft, minor tragedy.
This is an entry for Writing Prompt Contest #63.
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Hm, interesting. It's a rhythmic poem arranged in short line forms. At first I didn't really like the Bla blah's in parenthesis because I didn't see the fit or connection to the lines before and after them, but then I missed the parenthesis in the middle and liked its reappearance at the end. I also understood the blah blah as the news or chatter by the time the parentheses appeared again. I'm not typically a fan of these types of poems, but I liked how it ended. It took some time for the meaning to come across, but I had an image of a worker sweeping the halls, building the walls etc. rather than the king or queen building the castle. The poem had a bit of a rambling feel to it, like "busy busy as I work to build this castle don't mind others." I felt like it was trying to tell us something deeper in the middle, but I didn't quite catch it. While poems don't have to tell us something deeper, the momentum was lost somewhat in the middle and recovered by the end.