Hey everyone! Here’s another poem I wrote as an assignment for the online course I’m taking (Sharpened Visions: A Poetry Workshop). “A ‘Conceit’ is like an extended metaphor, but it argues for the metaphor itself.” One of the most famous examples of a Conceit Poem is John Donne’s The Flea, where he argues that a flea is a marriage bed. Here I tried to make the metaphor between the wardrobe and love as easy to interpret as possible. I would love any advice I can get on how to improve this poem. Hope you enjoy!
Our love is the wardrobe
ensconced in the corner of your chamber.
Before you hung your vestments within it,
‘twas a lifeless, empty void,
like the black heart of Voldemort,
utter oblivion —
And so was my world
before you entered it.
That first day when you went to the store
and opened up the wardrobe’s door,
you brought in the winged fairy of hope —
to its world and to my own,
that first night I saw you
across the musty bar.
With your clothes safely nestled
within its tender folds,
the wardrobe is now vibrant,
colorful and brilliant —
You were our rainbow
in the calm after the storm.
And now it holds our garments together,
dangling in glorious limbo,
jostling, colliding, ensnaring,
meshing with an inexplicable pull —
’Tis the greatest symbol
of our hearts intertwined.
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