You hide yourself from yesterday
the guilt you feel brings pain
and when the sun dies through the hills
your fears return again.
You watch across the lonely moors
where mist abscures the day
and listen for the sound of hooves
along the cobbled way.
He stole from you your honour
in a frenzy born of ale
then rode away into the night
and left you torn and pale.
I too will watch across the moor
until he rides again
then as the mist grows fewer
he will know the truth of pain.
My bow hand will be steady
as I knock that fatal shaft
and feed upon the anger
of that moment when he laughed.
A contest entry
- Let your Imagination Run Free #15 (pic inspired) by Seeking Peace.
500 points, ended July 20, 2007, 20 entries
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wonderful write, I like the storyline and the imagery you create here. Great rhyme and rhythm throughout. Great job.
Rory -
Oh wow. Such an amazing use of imagery in this. I truly loved this, and I'm definitely going to bookmark it. I can see that you were inspired by the picture, but I kind of got something completely different from it, and I loved it. I relate so much!
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I love the images in this and what I would say as a change of mood, well done on this piece
Thankyou for taking the time to enter this contest, I wish you all the best of luck
Karen -
I really liked this one from you, a little anger and a bit of irony, many good visuals, and so a compelling read. It brought to mind The Highwayman, almost my fav poem of old,
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This is beautiful, touching and sad too. The image is perfect.
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Oh, this rhymes so well and tells such a lovely story of chivalry knighthood who wishes to protect the lady. You honor her well.
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Wow!...Very realistic write...who needs the image?...you've painted a story here that drew me in from the git-go...I can almost feel the bow in my own hands...I have so missed your writing, my friend...welcome back! Peace, Rhonda
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