Book: Petals of the Moon
Author: C Churchhill
Pages: 125 pages
My Review and Thoughts:
This is a vast layered labyrinth of ideas and thoughts. She
gives you her heart. She allows you to taste her darkness displayed on page. In
a reality she makes the moon become a beating vein. She gives a voice to the
moon above.
She knows what she wanted to say with her pacific wordplay
of a down to earth relatable nature. She slowly takes you on a spiraling
journey of an in-depth tangled thought and ideas about emotions, feelings and
personal struggles.
She approaches a depressive darkness that becomes in a sense
a breath. Her inner reality gives the reader her underlining pain. She
basically walks you through her sense of well-being.
Simplistic wordplay at times yet mingled with an inner voice
of clarity.
If I had to pick one piece from this array of poetry, it
would be the piece Hollow Girth. This piece is perfect. It flows with a smooth
radiant reality that lingers deeper in your thoughts. A perfect piece to
remember.
What I loved about her wordplay the most is it feels to the
point, an inner point, it does not feel rushed, it smoothly flows at times
making the pieces come more to life for the reader.
Would I Recommend: Absolutely. I think theses pieces are an
inner part of a soul that needed to speak with a voice. She gave that voice to
her soul and expressed it with a magical sense of emotions.
Would I Return to: I have already read many of the pieces
over again? I do feel there are many pieces that deserve praise and a return
to. Her work gave off a sense of wordplay that mingles with everyday life.
My Rating: 3 out of 5
Favorite Lines:
Page 10
Midnight smells of
Sickly smoke
And wilted roses
I have yet to see otherwise
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Page 23
My soul can no longer keep
For night is an ocean
And these thoughts
Have no longer the will
To swim
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Page 44
I have learned to see in the dark
I have learned to love my sadness
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Page 56
Where flesh is ripped by teeth
And we bite for more
Because our pain is never full
Of the constant escape we seek