Monday, November 9, 2009

Through The Mist. Comments

Rating: 5.0

The sound of the oars was dreadful, God's slave
She was, yet helpless before God and men,
And she knew, as they rowed her to the grave,
She would never hear sound of rowing again.
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Fay Slimm
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Bob Blackwell 19 November 2009

Wonderful poetry, our history makes fiction seem tame. Bob

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Georgia Girl 16 November 2009

This is SUPERB Fay! ! I love history and the whole stary around Queen Elizabeth and Queen Mary (it was Elizabeth right?) you have written this with utmost grace describing the troubles and her fate...10+

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wonderful tale, lady fay.

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David Harris 09 November 2009

Fay, a wonderful insight of medieval history, finely tuned to keep us reading all the way through. Top marks and thank for sharing this with us my friend. Hugs David

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Daniel Kempson 09 November 2009

This is an ultra fine piece of work and deserves more than can be voted 10 ++ Daniel

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Patti Masterman 09 November 2009

Wow I thought that there were so many new, wonderful poems found at PH today; but then I fond THIS one..it's exquisite and terrifying together..(smile)

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Stephen Stirk 09 November 2009

I thoroughly enjoyed this piece. I particularly love those with a historic flavour. It must be the failed historian or archaeolgist in me. The poem captures such fear and dread in its brilliant imagery. Best Regards Steve 10

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Catrina Heart 09 November 2009

AWESOME poetry........great flow of words and fine diction used...loved it! ! !

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Fay Slimm

Fay Slimm

in Cornwall U.K.
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