Julian Mann


Old Stories - Poem by Julian Mann

No start
no end
No I've come
to defend
The mist that knows my home
and I it by old stories alone


Comments about Old Stories by Julian Mann

  • Veteran Poet - 1,075 Points Saadat Tahir (7/1/2012 7:24:00 PM)

    a bit archaic...
    but kindled a fertile imagination.....
    i thought of long gone past galleons surreptitious and silent creeping up channels in the dead of night
    along the northern Scottish shores...

    a misty moor and the never ending mayhem of that time....
    so it was fun reading yer poem....
    i guess you had something nearer at hand in mind...! ! !

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  • Rookie - 182 Points Karen Sinclair (7/1/2012 6:49:00 PM)

    Obscure yet intriguing....... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 1, 2012



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