Saturday, August 12, 2006

The Inky Night Comments

Rating: 5.0

How really eerie becomes the inky night,
Which street lights illuminate with pitiful glow,
Revealing alien shadows in swift flight,
And ghostly noises that echo 'in vacuo'.
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Ernestine Northover
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Sid John Gardner. 15 August 2006

Ernestine loved this one a 'Classic' if ever there was one. Sid John xxx

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Cecil (cj) Krieger 13 August 2006

My, my Ernestine... one of your very best! Take a bow.

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Joseph Daly 13 August 2006

This is a great piece Ernestine: the narrative flow well as do all your pieces. Highlighted are excellent use of rhyme (as ever) with a poem that illustrates a love for the form and a skill in producing it.

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Francesca Johnson 12 August 2006

Yes, I have to agree with Duncan's comment - the word 'atmosphere' describes it to a T. I can just hear that wind whistling, and hear the hoot of the owl, sense the life of the night creatures on the prowl and feel the raw chill in the air. This is a great write, Ernestine, and I enjoyed it immensely. Love, Fran xx

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Duncan Wyllie 12 August 2006

Atmosphere, atmosphere, , so much atmosphere, in tune with the senses of the night in write, so awesome *******ERNESTINE******* I think you are a wonderful poet Love duncan XXXXXXX

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