the sky; a sea of drizzle
vapors form
misty over the gaslights
making gloom
of the evening.
ladies walk;
weighted down
with clothing
ponderous and dangerous
gents doff their hats
polite and caring
as horses clatter by
dragging coaches
of the rich
another Victorian Monday.
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I agree with Jessan. Your words effortlessly transport the minds eye back to the Victorian times in a flash. Fantastic poem.
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What a lovely poem..readily brings the scene to mind like stepping back into time.
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Wonderful writing, stepping the reader into the Victorian street through the misty vapors...
~E.
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This is sweet and beautiful. I like how I can picture this night if I close my eyes. You've done a wonderful job in capturing the reader, which makes it a wonderful poem.
Keep up the good work and thanks for sharing.
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Ooh, I really like this. It's not jsut another typical poem, it takes you to another time. THanks for entering and good luck.
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wonderful write. awesome imagery paints a picture in my mind. thank you for sharing your amazing talent. keep writing! God bless you always
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This poem paints a wonderful victorian picture of bygone days very nice
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I really enjoyed this poem. The weather is a reflection of much of the scene pictured by this poem. Ladies "weighted down" and horses "dragging" coaches, makes the whole scene a struggle of sorts.
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I like the imagery
This poem puts in my mind a snapshot of a heavely misted night a breath away from rain on an English street. The sean itself horbors a hundred stories depending on who you follow home. I like a poem that makes me think and feeds me images. Very nice.
Dark
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i use the term 'doffing' caps. nicely captured. this sense of victoriana .good luck x peter
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All those Victorian romances read as a girl. were yummy. now seem so silly lol I love the real facts now this is so picture perfect.
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Oh how I wish it truly were a Victorian Monday- what a clever concept. The Victorian era seems so elegant at best, and ignorant at worst.
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