Wednesday, March 25, 2009

A Void Of Qualm Comments

Rating: 5.0

The pavement echoed as I took each step,
my feet sounding so loud along the street.
No other human graced the concrete slabs,
no other human being did I meet.
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Ernestine Northover
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Andrew Blakemore 17 April 2009

This so sounds like Walsall on a monday morning. Great descriptive quality and mood setting. Love, Andrew xx

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Francesca Johnson 08 April 2009

Again, a beautifully well-constructed piece. Dark and mysterious, a bit removed from your usual poetry but most readable, Ernestine, and a wonderful read. Fran xxx

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Ann Beard 26 March 2009

Very good Ernestine I loved the spooky feel you gave it. Kind regards Ann

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Scarlett Treat 25 March 2009

What a deliciously eerie poem...and I can feel (or do I mean hear?) those echoing footsteps...as a chill creeps up my spine...and I face the alone...

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