Poetic Forms Winner: The Acrostic


Hi everyone!

If you haven’t read about Acrostic Poetry yet, then please do take a look to find out how you can write one as well!

This week we had three entrants and all of them were very different and very well written! Aley gave us another take on the art of writing a poem about a poem and used a lot of clever language, while Olivia turned our perception of the word ‘Gregarious’ upside down with a poem about teenage girls who are too gregarious!

However, it was niteowl’s response to the challenge which I have decided to feature today:



Embalm me in chemicals and shine

X-rays through me to see the

Truth I hid away. It’s not

Right for you to break me down. Go ahead,

Analyze me, but you

Cannot decipher my essence

Through my broken parts.

I am gone because you had to

Overwhelm me with solutions.

Nothing can save me anymore.

What works so well in this poem is the layers of ambiguity. Who is this persona speaking to us from beyond the grave, is it someone who felt overly judged by society and took their own life? Is it a young person, an old person? A disabled person or a fat person? This persona is left very open to the reader’s interpretation and it’s easy for the reader to fill someone they know into the persona’s place, maybe even themselves, and to connect with the poem in that way.

Then on another level, does there have to be a speaker at all, or is it a doll propped in place, behind which we can see the method of analysing poetry itself. Even as we try to dig deeper into this poem, it is telling us that this is the error of our ways and that we shouldn’t be searching for solutions, but just accepting something as it is.

So I’ll let this poem be and say nothing more about its possible meanings, but I also love the natural flow of the words from one line to another and the directness of the tone, the use of such commanding phrases as, ‘Embalm me’; ‘Analyze me’; ‘Overwhelm me’. This is a great poem – thank you for sharing it, niteowl!

** Image owned by Enokson at Flickr.


Heather, who goes by Rydia on YWS, has long been an aspiring author. In the early days of her life she attached herself to poetry and would curl up on the playground bench to scrawl down lines of forgotten virtue. Or, more likely, little virtue at all. At the very old age of 11, she joined The Young Writers Club and progressed into the realms of roleplay. Here she constructed characters to fight off dragons or rally to their allies' aid with healing spells; a joint love of gaming heavily influenced this fondness of adventure storybooks. A few more years went by before Heather became a serious novelist and she still considers poetry to be her favourite media for getting those thoughts down on paper. Outside of writing her loves include puzzle books, strategy/ fantasy games, movies, swimming, skiing (when she actually has money), crafty things, baking, food in general, fun pranks and anything involving snow.

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