Thursday, September 3, 2020

Dark Times Ahead: (August 28th,2020) Comments

Rating: 5.0

Summer's pale flesh
Is now fatally wounded,
By the incessant
Driving nails of the bitter
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Shaun Cronick 12 September 2020

A poem that seems to drain of any start off colour as the reader progresses though it. To be trapped in a bleak, gray and vast cement factory or just a solitary figure on a lunar landscape. Nicely presented and extremely well written too. A full score and added to my Spitting Image's John Major favourites. And thank you Dominic for sharing.

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Paul Brookes 04 September 2020

An amazing piece of writing enjoyed

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