Nick, Jan, Glenn, Hilary, and Ashley,
Many thanks for your comments.
Nick,
Thanks for coming back. And useful to know that "fat" is bugging you. I'm not following this, though:
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Originally Posted by Nick McRae
What about still or some variant of calm, which implies fat snow without saying it outright.
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How would "still" or "calm", imply large, heavy ("fat") flakes?
This is what I think the size of the snowflakes adds: The N is looking out of his window watching the snow falling. I want to make it clear that these are big flakes. It's a proper snowfall; it's more wonderous that a flurry of tiny flakes, and also it will settle. And the falling of these large flakes obscures the city night, which tiny flakes would struggle to do. And I'm hoping this both pre-echoes the covering up of mess in the final S and suggests the obscuration that dementia brings.
Jan,
Thanks, that's good to hear.
Glenn and
Hilary,
Thanks for coming back to let me know it was clear to both of you that the mother was confused about the day and time. Because if that doesn't come across, the poem is in trouble. I do want the reader to recognise cognitive decline, if not actual dementia.
John,
Thanks, John. I'm pleased it works for you.
Ashley,
I'm glad the move from perfect towards imperfect rhyme works for you. If I'm honest, I hadn't really thought about why it didn't trouble me, but I like your justification. I guess it could maybe also be seen in terms of the progressive deterioration of dementia.
Thanks again, all
Matt