Specular Poetry.
THE BACK SEAT OF MY MOTHER'S CAR - Julia Copus When I inititally came across this poem, and read through the first half, I wasn't very impressed. It wasn't until I finished it when the full impact of what I had just read hit me. The poem is written in a form called specular, in which the second half of the poem mirrors the first. The second half is really just the first half of the poem read the other way around. I love the idea of it. I think it's an excellent way of portraying two different perspectives of the same situation. Julia Copus developed the technique herself. WOW. We left before I had time to comfort you, to tell you that we nearly touched hands in that vacuous half-dark. I wanted to stem the burning waters running over me like tiny rivers down my face and legs, but at the same time I was reaching out for the slit in the window where the sky streamed in, cold as ether, and I could see your fat mole-fingers grasping the dusty August air. I pressed my