Ode to Foxface
Once
Strange berries
Beckoned to me
Making my mouth water
Eager to pick and sample
This gift from nature
Destined to provide
Sweet sustenance
Life.
Then
Came Katniss
With her warning
Not these, never these
I assume all strange fruit
Most likely is poison
Causing stained lips
Bloated tongue
Death.
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In an ode to Foxface, you would be addressing Foxface. This is a persona poem, a dramatic monologue told in Foxface’s voice.
No, this is not a persona poem. It is written from my perspective about the way the book forever changed my view of unfamiliar berries and speaks to the power of literature. And an ode honors or celebrates a person, as opposed to being a direct address to them.
OMG.
Donna, I hope you understand your poem now.
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Ah, sorry if I misread it. I thought that second stanza was Foxface discussing Katniss.
Yes, odes are celebratory (not just of people but slso urns, the west wind, an artichoke, etc.) and they commonly feature apostrophe, or direct address.
Love the layout!!
Just watched the Hunger Games again. I always find the berries enchanting. Think about it often when I hike. One mouthful and that’s it….they are sweetness and poison…..contradiction….
I love the unanswered question left to so many readers (or at least viewers) — Did she eat them on purpose? Such a great book series. Fabulous poem!
Like:
Strange berries
Beckoned to me
Making my mouth water
Not these, never these