Tuesday, February 25, 2014

007. An Evening In Old London Comments

Rating: 4.0

Tall chimneys thrust up brick red necks
their smoke black heads unblinking on the scene
for the chimneys have no eyes
no nose to smell out the waste
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Jaden Knight
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Alesia Leach 28 September 2014

Very descriptive you made it come alive. Thank you.

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Gergana Teofilova 11 May 2014

Well, i have never been to London, moreover the old one, but this here has made me dream...of London at the time of Sherlock Holmes. Great!

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Bri Edwards 19 April 2014

someone from a dickens' story perhaps? nice scene (nice in a poetic way anyway) you have painted here! i'll send a few suggestions in a message, as i can't remember if you would prefer them in a comment or a message. thanks for sharing. bri :)

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Susy Evelyne 28 March 2014

Sad but evocative. Enjoyed your descriptions of the chimneys and snake river. An excellent poem to come from the mind of a boy. Glad it got into the school mag.

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Ayush Pandey 25 February 2014

Good one! :) :) Enjoyed it

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Nika Mcguin 25 February 2014

You're definitely talented! I love poems like this, the story of the little boy without a name is captivating and haunting, as is the personification of the brick chimneys. This is a great write; I wouldn't mind reading over and over again. ~Nika

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