One night I was walking in the woods
It was blustery, dark and cold
It was the night the whisper came
And this story must be told
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check the definitions of blistery (line 2) against those of blustery. :) Then this is what I heard she said like a tyrant.......i think your phrase heard she said needs HELP! ;) // i love this alliteration: deepest desperate desires, // check use of gore and detest here: I know that you fancy a fantastic gore You are trapped in a life of exasperation and detest. (to be continued) ..... i'm liking the poem very much. to MyPoemList. bri ;)
Thank you dear, I am beholden by the efforts you have taken to go through the poem as well as thinking with an imaginative aura of a poet. I would look into suggestions offered by you. We all do love a bit supernatural in a world of natural living things. I hope you will keep commenting on my post and help me to get new readers. With their insights, I believe I can be benefited in perfecting the craft of poetry writing. A big thanks
As a lover of supernatural poems, i can say, it is one of the best poems i have ever came across. love the story and the way you described it.
I was in a hideous shock, as I lay there heeding To the words I strutted to speak............To is not needed/appropriate after heeding. strutted? struggled perhaps? ? // i have 'a little trouble' with the last stanza, but i am called to supper soon! if you reply to my comments, please do so in a message, as i rarely return to a poem's page. i enjoyed the poem. good luck with your libido! ! ! bri ;)