She Called – October Free Choice

These calls of the night do hold brilliance,

The sea beckoning me to come on forth;

Men consumed, left with no resilience,

To recover from the burns of her torch.

 

A tawny front gazing from up above,

Her intellect stronger than her beauty –

All alone and afraid, looking for love,

This was her desire, not her duty.

 

How difficult it was to find one such,

So she had called all men she thought worthy.

To realize that men think of only touch,

This then made her abandon her journey.

 

Now she sits restless, looking at these boats –

Hurt and alone, with vodka down her throat.

 

 

Poem Explication:

For this free choice poem I had attempted to work with a different structure of writing – one that Shakespeare had used. The poem is in iambic pentameter, which compares the sound of waves crashing onto the shore to the beating of a heart. I attempted to also copy his rhyme scheme with a short couplet at the end to give it a sense of completion. My inspiration for this came from two different texts: the poem “The Sirens” and the play Antony and Cleopatra. There was this typical theme of women seducing men, which had been present during these time periods, that I had taken my own approach towards. I held a different mindset; that is, this woman, who calls out for men, is not doing so out of lustful intentions but rather for a sense of companionship. She is alone. A friend is what she initially wants, but after realizing that men don’t desire love but rather physical relations, she abandons her pursuit. Now she remains all lifeless and alone with nobody there to comfort her but the ‘vodka’ that she has; this shift from innocence to corruption is why she resorts to drinking – an act which provides only satisfaction – rather than pursuing companionship.

 

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