A group of women,
From a story they seek hope
They find self instead.
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There was a book club in Montreal
One fragile member took a fall.
They read ancient tales
And ranted against males
And had a strange time one and all.
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A young women's book club with an identity crisis --
A member who isn't young and one who pretends to be female,
A little brother constantly around and
Two men who are recruited unwillingly.
Something is not right.
A member has died, dynamics have changed.
Her twin sister manifests the illness
And wins the group over to a story
Written on ten stone tablets from ancient times.
Someone wants control.
The story is translated but the group needs more,
To see the actions portrayed in the real world.
Some unwitting victims are brought into the fold,
One looking for love and the other for identity.
Some lines are crossed.
Things go wrong and feelings are hurt.
Two members leave and the others embark on improbable journeys.
A robot leads the way, searching for the boy.
Everyone discovers who they ought to be.
Somehow it works out.
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Avoiding the book club drama,
K
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I think you are way too hard on yourself ... your poems are great!! They totally intrigued me ... though it sounds like one strange book! Your limerick just had me chuckling, and the free verse just makes you go "what the heck happens in this book?" It does seem particularly suited to the challenge! Great job!
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ReplyDeleteYour poems are great! I have this book to read up next - now I'm even more intrigued!
ReplyDeleteThanks Elizabeth! It might take you a couple of chapters to get into the story but then you will have to know what happens ...
ReplyDeleteI loved your limerick and I am very curious about this book. well done. my poetic review is here thanks for stopping by.
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