Mario'sBrother
27-04-2008, 02:57 PM
Hey everyone. Over the holidays my English class was tasked with writing a poem based on an 'odd character' from the book 'To Kill a Mockingbird'. As usual I left mine to the last day, and now having finished it I was wondering if I could get some feedback. Please don't be too harsh, just honest :D.
To those who don't want the book spoiled, please avoid this thread. Because the poem is based on one of the biggest scenes in the novel [spoil:2bd6c7655c](when Bob Ewell tries to kill the children)[/spoil:2bd6c7655c].
So here it is (it's a sonnet, btw).
As light succumbs to darkness, so too does the mind of a defeated man
Stealth and silence his only weapons – he’ll show that nigger lovin’ bastard. He’ll show him.
Quick as leopard, mad as a bull he scurries across the empty park - ready to pounce when he can.
He’ll show that nigger lovin’ bastard – he’ll show em all. For those chillun are now at his whim.
Insanity incites his impatience. He stops, he stares, he sprints - now’s the time for revenge.
Their volcano of fear erupts in screams. They’re Atticus’ kids for sure - he can see it in the face.
The girl runs, the boy retorts, the man laughs. Madness has mastered his mind, pushed him over the edge.
His typhoon grip seizes the boys arm. It fights; it struggles… so he tears it out of place.
He raises his knife – ready to kill. Redemption seems as sure as tomorrow – but wait,
The girl is still running. Panic pollutes his thoughts; he charges after and grabs her throat.
With the craze of an inferno he squeezes, she struggles but it’s too late.
Yet it’s he who’s soon short of breath. He drops the girl, he falls, he bleeds… as mercilessly as a goat.
And as he dies he reflects on all that was and won’t be
That nigger lovin’ bastard killed him, he laughs, forever gripped by insanity.
To those who don't want the book spoiled, please avoid this thread. Because the poem is based on one of the biggest scenes in the novel [spoil:2bd6c7655c](when Bob Ewell tries to kill the children)[/spoil:2bd6c7655c].
So here it is (it's a sonnet, btw).
As light succumbs to darkness, so too does the mind of a defeated man
Stealth and silence his only weapons – he’ll show that nigger lovin’ bastard. He’ll show him.
Quick as leopard, mad as a bull he scurries across the empty park - ready to pounce when he can.
He’ll show that nigger lovin’ bastard – he’ll show em all. For those chillun are now at his whim.
Insanity incites his impatience. He stops, he stares, he sprints - now’s the time for revenge.
Their volcano of fear erupts in screams. They’re Atticus’ kids for sure - he can see it in the face.
The girl runs, the boy retorts, the man laughs. Madness has mastered his mind, pushed him over the edge.
His typhoon grip seizes the boys arm. It fights; it struggles… so he tears it out of place.
He raises his knife – ready to kill. Redemption seems as sure as tomorrow – but wait,
The girl is still running. Panic pollutes his thoughts; he charges after and grabs her throat.
With the craze of an inferno he squeezes, she struggles but it’s too late.
Yet it’s he who’s soon short of breath. He drops the girl, he falls, he bleeds… as mercilessly as a goat.
And as he dies he reflects on all that was and won’t be
That nigger lovin’ bastard killed him, he laughs, forever gripped by insanity.