It was before the Feast of Stephen that I first recall, The copious snow that lay all around my house, T'was that Yuletide warmth that came so tall, When I would throw open my wreath festooned doors to a mouse.
It was dark in the beginning; a neutrino sat suspended in a vast array of nothingness. All things of real matter were frozen in an inanimate void of space and time. It was impossible to explain this vacuum -'it simply was
1571 of my comments have received 1593 Great Feedback votes
1 Vote
The dialogue is credible and
Posted on Tue, 09 Jan 2024
The dialogue is credible and the pacing is good. I like the world of espionage and intrigue that you have built here. Looking forward to the next instalment :)
Such a deeply personal piece. The authenticy shines through which is why I imagine so many people have connected with it. It takes a great deal of skill to pull off writing something from a child's POV and the result being credible. That's...
Often the best poems come from simply observing life. There's a stillness to this, a watchful appreciation of another. There's a skill in moving that to...
You have captured the magic of Christmas Eve so well. How as young children, we would intend to stay awake and then, next thing, presents have arrived. Very lovely indeed, Rhiannon. Paul
The dialogue is credible and
Posted on Tue, 09 Jan 2024
The dialogue is credible and the pacing is good. I like the world of espionage and intrigue that you have built here. Looking forward to the next instalment :)
Read full commentPosted in The Coffee House Spy" 13
Such a deeply personal piece.
Posted on Thu, 21 Dec 2023
Such a deeply personal piece. The authenticy shines through which is why I imagine so many people have connected with it. It takes a great deal of skill to pull off writing something from a child's POV and the result being credible. That's...
Read full commentPosted in Children of the Absolution
"But now, do they regret
Posted on Tue, 09 Jan 2024
"But now, do they regret
behaviour of that time desire to forget?
living presently by better rules,
wishing that they hadn’t been such fools?"
I like the rhythm and rhyming in this. I imagine it took a while to...
Read full commentPosted in Digging up dirt
Ah those poor bankers -
Posted on Mon, 08 Jan 2024
Ah those poor bankers - blamed for all of society's ills and yet so blameless :)
There's more than an ounce of truth in here (I know....I've worked with 'em for a lot of my career).
I once looked at a "sure-fire money spinner"...
Read full commentPosted in Make Millions in Two Minutes...
"..and then the people
Posted on Fri, 05 Jan 2024
"..and then the people beneath the stars
who are also phantoms of sorts..."
Often the best poems come from simply observing life. There's a stillness to this, a watchful appreciation of another. There's a skill in moving that to...
Read full commentPosted in Culver
"..we soaked, dripped,
Posted on Sat, 06 Jan 2024
"..we soaked, dripped, dropped,
seeped right into the ground
to restore
its wetness,"
A perfect circle described so beautifully. There's a deftness to this that makes the poem so readable. Just lovely, Rhiannon. Paul
Read full commentPosted in Autobiography (but not mine!)
"Wind battering, rattling,
Posted on Wed, 03 Jan 2024
"Wind battering, rattling, howling,
thunder growling,
rain pounding, ground flooding,"
A tumultuous opening that captures a storm so well. And boy have we had some recently. They feel never ending. Maybe there are sunnier skies...
Read full commentPosted in Storm
Ooh that's a cliffhanger
Posted on Mon, 01 Jan 2024
Ooh that's a cliffhanger ending. I like this shift to sentience that's unravelling.
"You're more human than a human".
It's a compelling read. Keep going!
Read full commentPosted in Parcel for you....Part 11
"I am a woman of the mist,
Posted on Sat, 30 Dec 2023
"I am a woman of the mist, myself, now,
herding red deer on the trendle,"
A mystical reverie that transends the boundaries of mere language. Words are a beautiful thing. Just wonderful. Paul
Read full commentPosted in The Witches of Long Compton
You have captured the magic
Posted on Sat, 30 Dec 2023
You have captured the magic of Christmas Eve so well. How as young children, we would intend to stay awake and then, next thing, presents have arrived. Very lovely indeed, Rhiannon. Paul
Read full commentPosted in “This night I will …”
Pages