Hey Rumpels!! <3
You are so good at poetry. I feel like I should’ve realized this back when we did the “poetry over prose” blog post together, but now having read a number of your poems, I’m just in awe of your abilities. Your way of handling subtle meter, sound, words… It’s all so masterful.
In the first stanza it seems to me that you use the association that “night” has with darkness and gloom and endings to describe the misery of the “children of the night,” who are always looking forward with this apprehension and wariness. Ugh, but just the way you describe it is so raw – “ill-fated suffering” has such a heaviness to it, which suits the tone of the stanza so, so well.
And then this – “Festering, pooling, rotting -- / the flies -- the flies.” – brought such a clear, nauseating image to my mind. Your words are so powerful, and you use them so well.
I admire how you managed to tie in the third stanza to the first, about how the children of the night see suffering before it even happens, and so it makes sense that they’re the first to see the lights go out. The fourth stanza is full of vivid, dark imagery, to the point where I saw things swimming before my eyes. You describe this pessimism about the future using such beautiful, fitting words, and I love that.
The last line is just one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen. Ugh, Rumpels. You’re amazing. <3
[This review was left for Quadpot, for the category “chapters with zero reviews on them.”]