Cherrylog+Road,+James+Dickey

Imagine yourself in a junkyard, waiting for your true love in a beaten down old car. You’re out in the middle of nowhere (as so portrayed)surrounded by nature’s least appealing creatures. Aged cars stand dormant in their designated spots. Cherrylog Road, by James Dickey brings this poem into words. Cherrylog Road is a poem that has __eighteen__ stanzas, and each stanza includes six lines. This is also a free-verse poem. 
 * __Cherrylog Road __**

This poem doesn’t have a rhyme scheme, since it is a free verse poem. There is also no internal or end rhyme. There //are // a few instances of alliteration, a few examples being “To come from her father’s farm…”, “Her back’s pale skin with a strop…”, “To blast the breath from the air.”, and “Wild to be wreckage forever.” There is a simile in stanza four, final two lines; “As I did, leaning forward As in a wild stock car race”. I also see an instance of a simile in stanza seventeen, final line;  “That burst from the seat at our backs. We left by separate doors Into the changed, other bodies Of cars, she down Cherrylog Road And I to my motorcycle  There are also a few metaphors, one that stands out to me is in stanza five, line one. The junkyard is being compared to a parking lot of the dead.
 * Parked like the soul of the junkyard” **

An instance of personification is when an old Pierce-Arrow is portrayed as sending “platters of blindness forth *enters next stanza* From its nickel hubcaps”. I can't really relate to this poem, as I don't sneak out into a junkyard for a flame of mine. I just think that this poem represents a love struck man who cannot wait to be with his lover, so that they can share their love for each other.