Sunday, March 2, 2008

A Promise Comments

Rating: 5.0

She watched the flames as they flickered up the coals,
and felt the warmth emanate from them.

Not a real fire, of course,
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Ernestine Northover
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Alison Cassidy 12 March 2008

This poem illustrates the incredible range of your poetic style Ernestine. Different from many of yours, this free verse poem is a salutory read (particularly on this site, I suspect) about those that charm with their wily words and their handsome faces. 'Like his stories, all bogus, burning the heart, slowly.' stood out for me. Great poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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Lillian J. 10 March 2008

This is wonderfully written and a joy to read! Lilly :)

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Andrew Blakemore 06 March 2008

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Great work full of fiery passion. Andrew. x

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Meggie Gultiano 05 March 2008

very touching..passionate piece..i love the gentle flow of words..

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Lynda Robson 03 March 2008

I enjoyed reading this Ernestine, sometimes we put our trust in people and realise we have made a mistake, the point of this write being things or people are not always what they seem, well-penned as always, Love Lynda xx

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Duncan Wyllie 02 March 2008

A strong fire that burns in this one Ernestine, not your usual style but passionate points made none-the -less Love duncan X

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