Askew
By Rhiannonw
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Seeing distortions,
beauty contortions,
fears spike freaking,
foundations fracked,
fractured;
focus awry –
blurring, swirling,
grip slipping,
flounder, blunder;
grimaces grotesque –
nightmaresque.
Truth cools the brain,
thoughts stilled and sane:
things evil, vile and ugly
remain,
but the good
understood:
no terror;
sight steadied,
glimpsed hope.
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hope leads the way, although
hope leads the way, although often the last word in your poem, I'd say, put it first and not last, then reason and rhyme will surpass.
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
This poem is full of frightening images - and as you say, hope is the cure in the end. Lovely.#
Jean
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Hi Rhiannon,
Hi Rhiannon,
you know this bought back memories of when I was about six or seven, I had a tree outside my house and when it was windy the branches would reflect onto my bedroom wall from the lamplight outside, this used to petrify me and I always thought the tree was going to get me. Of course my imagination worked overtime, I suppose it still does up to a degree.
I thought you gave some well chosen words to express the fear.
Great work.
Jenny.
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