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A review by gloriabyrd
Fierce Fairytales: Poems and Stories to Stir Your Soul by Nikita Gill
Did not finish book.
1.0
DNF at 37 pages. Oh my god this is bad. I knew it was going to be rough when this was in the second poem: “It depended on a 1 in 102,685,000 chance of existing. A 1 in 20,000 chance meeting between two beings.” Poets, do not use numbers like this in your poems if you are trying to be … idk … poetic? Sorry, I feel like I lost a few brain cells from this. I’ve seen Pinterest reposts from Tumblr better than some of these poems.
I’m just going to insert some more lines I hate:
“Our current cosmic address is a small flying piece of rubble travelling through an endless black void, surrounded inexplicably by seven other pieces of flying rubble.”
“The world is falsehood so you rely on your smarts.”
“Fairies cast the wrong spells, mermaids can be drowned, goblins and trolls can be heroes and giants can fall without a sound, and even the darkest things can be defeated once their names are spoken out loud.”
“There are no asterisks here. Your feelings are completely valid…”
“Tomorrow, I will teach myself the kindness alphabet from scratch.” (What the f*ck?)
“Things came to a head when Wendy refused to marry. Soon they grew so worried that they had Wendy placed in an asylum… Wendy had a powerful faith in herself and in the strength of her own mind and memory.”
“I am now the Alpha and protect them from the woodcutter and his evil friends.” Oh my god.
I’m sure it keeps going, but I just could not read any more.
I love that more people are trying to write poems, and I hope this poet can improve. I know my old poetry collections probably won’t hold up too well when I look back on them down the road. But god, this is awful. It feels like Instagram captions. I hope that this is not the kind of poetry we’re moving toward.
I’m just going to insert some more lines I hate:
“Our current cosmic address is a small flying piece of rubble travelling through an endless black void, surrounded inexplicably by seven other pieces of flying rubble.”
“The world is falsehood so you rely on your smarts.”
“Fairies cast the wrong spells, mermaids can be drowned, goblins and trolls can be heroes and giants can fall without a sound, and even the darkest things can be defeated once their names are spoken out loud.”
“There are no asterisks here. Your feelings are completely valid…”
“Tomorrow, I will teach myself the kindness alphabet from scratch.” (What the f*ck?)
“Things came to a head when Wendy refused to marry. Soon they grew so worried that they had Wendy placed in an asylum… Wendy had a powerful faith in herself and in the strength of her own mind and memory.”
“I am now the Alpha and protect them from the woodcutter and his evil friends.” Oh my god.
I’m sure it keeps going, but I just could not read any more.
I love that more people are trying to write poems, and I hope this poet can improve. I know my old poetry collections probably won’t hold up too well when I look back on them down the road. But god, this is awful. It feels like Instagram captions. I hope that this is not the kind of poetry we’re moving toward.