Melanthara | Teen Ink


April 29, 2018
By dy/dx GOLD, Edina, Minnesota
dy/dx GOLD, Edina, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
"So what’s calculus? In a sentence: If it moves at a varying speed, if it has a curvy shape, if it has a maximum that you’d like to find, or if it involves adding up an infinite number of terms, then you’re probably looking at calculus." - Stanley F. Schmidt, Ph. D.

A chocolate cake she didn't like to eat;
she much preferred tortilla chips with lime.
She was not picky; eating was sublime
with her; I must admit it was a treat.

Her shoes were shined; I rather liked her feet.
A gleaming silver wristwatch kept the time
that I devoted to this girl sublime;
her golden leather sandal kept the beat.

Her lips, they wore a color dark as coal;
disturbing was her necklace, sharp as teeth.
Her toes, a bloody red, would bother me.
She would not hesitate to climb the pole
of our dear flag; she'd fall down underneath.
Oh, my sweet Melanthara, I hate thee.

The author's comments:

In case anyone is wondering who Melanthara is, she is an imaginary person who happens to be the subject of this poem. The speaker has an on-and-off relationship with her. Let the imagery do the rest.

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