Night at the Opera
Night at the Opera
by Genie
Looks like someone painted
picasso on your arm;
the scalpel is still warm with the
unintended oh-so bittersweet
ideals of your innocence.
Call me a liar,
call your lawyer
lying there is the best you’ve got.
Nothing matters but the
oh-so bittersweet serenity of
being young.
Dorian Gray would be proud,
with you now.
Don’t you worry please…
the scars will heal and fade,
just like the bed you made.
Very captivating poem with innocence and youth {and peace} being main themes. Allusions to painters (picasso) and paintings (Dorian Gray [Oscar Wilde gothic horror lit]) turn the visual cogs in my head.
Word choice precise: “the scalpel is still warm with the unintended oh-so bittersweet ideals of your innocence.”
Emphasis especially given to ‘oh-so bittersweet’ as it is used again a couple sentences later. I probably would choose a synonym. I don’t know, it may grow on me. Sometimes repetition of this sort is powerful:
“Nothing matters but the oh-so bittersweet serenity of being young.” Lots of introspective/thought provoking lines in this poem…ending particularly.
Thx Genie the girllequin!
ooo thx. I did the “oh-so-bittersweet” purposly. but if it is irritating…then sorry??
No, not at all. Go with it.