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Originally Posted by Jayne Osborn
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Jayne
PS. Martin, it might just be me but I can't quite make sense of this:
That bloated bloom glints off the glass and stains that decorate the intersection.
The blooms glints off both the glass and the stains? Am I reading it wrongly?
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If I may - Reading Martin's poem, I took 'bloom' here to be a metaphor of the sun as a bright flower, and the stains to be bloodstains (fresh) which - while still-liquid puddles - could indeed reflect the sun as the glass shards do. I don't recall seeing a tragic traffic accident described so poetically before...
And thanks Jayne for your tips about submissions in emails!