It was a dream

This is a poem for the last packet because i lost my packet but i have not written a blog on it yet.

I do not really like this poem. I cannot explain why i just do not. I think it is not as descriptive and flowery. it does not put as much of an image into my head as the other poems that i like.


The author of this poem used to have an extra finger and cut it off. In the poem it refers to her dream self as her greater self and that version of herself still has the extra finger. this makes me think that the author regrets having her finger removed. The line where the real version says " s pleaded with her, could i do. oh what could i have done?" makes me think that the author thought removing her finger was the only thing she could have done. that living with an extra finger was not an option. The dream self replies "This. This. This" as she is pointing and i think that means that she should have left the finger that she could have been better with it. The dream self does not like the fact that she cut off her finger for vain reasons.

The way she explains her dream self "wild hair ..wild eyes" makes me think of medusa. That is the classic allusion this poem brings to my head.