TBC- Patterns Flashcards
(4 cards)
Lamb
. And such a one she felt herself to be, Miss Lamb, spotless, sacrificial
ah! you think you’ve come to the blessed plot where the lion lies down with the lamb
The tiger will never lie down with the lamb; he acknowledges no pact that
is not reciprocal. The lamb must learn to run with the tigers.
Blood
crimson jewels round her
throat, bright as arterial blood.
After the dreadful revelation of that bloody chamber, it
was his tender look that made me faint.
I prick my finger and so he gets his rose all smeared with
blood
this hole is filled with blood./: ‘I wish I had a girl as red as blood.’/Soon there was nothing left of her but a bloodstain,
She has never seen her own blood before, not her own
blood. It exercises upon her an awed fascination
There was a bloody stump where her right hand should have been,
festering already
cow -has the ominous if brilliant look of blood on snow/ it was as red as the blood she must spill.
Her first blood bewildered her./ trasformed her vague grip on time
uncanny
Erk k -There was a goat of uncanny whiteness,
Beast-one profile of his mask is
the mirror image of the other, too perfect, uncanny
soubrette -She carries a looking glass in one hand and a powder puff in the other and/there is a musical box where her heart should be
Reflection - all I saw was a pale, hollow-eyed girl whom I scarcely recognized
Rose
and it had been crowned with a wreath of white roses, and a veil of
lace, the final image of his bride.
one white rose she said she wanted; the only gift she wanted,/the roses she had sent him were thrust into the jug from the washstand but
they were all dead
the roses she had sent him were thrust into the jug from the washstand but
they were all dead/, I prick my finger and so he gets his rose all smeared with
blood.
So the girl picks a rose; pricks her finger on the thorn; bleeds; screams; falls.
roses her dead mother planted have grown up into a
huge, spiked wall that incarcerates/intoxicated surge of the heavy scent of red roses/ fanged rose I plucked from between my thighs /monstrous flower whose petals had regained all their
former bloom and elasticity, their corrupt, brilliant, baleful splendour
