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The Tolling Bells

The knell of brass bells rings my faith askew,
It has silenced the plague, and squandered land
In darkened rooms of Salem halls, pursues
A writ against the pure of faith to brand.

So closed a book of heavy weight, and breath
Its leather smell of older days ignites,
A soul so lost as light recedes, oh death!
As time so ticks away unearthly night.

The judge has snuffed the candle out on life
Its smoky tendrils waft to silence souls
In thunderous vex slam the book on strife,
The darkened oak awaits my neck and foal.

So ring the bells, and slam the holy book,
To cast a man far from the saintly brook.

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Theme: Bell, book, and candle

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  • masterblaster gold member
    December 14, 2008

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    Hi, you write with great feel, once you have mastered the iambic pentameter we will have to look to our laurels, great feel in this write, Di


  • Pamela A Lamppa silver member
    December 10, 2008

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    I loved your use of language in this wonderful Sonnet. Exceptional. Very very well done. ~Pamela


  • Wandika gold member
    November 18, 2008
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    Excellent!

    This was a very good read and excellent take on the prompt.

    Jim

  • Eusebius
    November 17, 2008

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    Bell, book and candle! The notorious witch trials! very ably and very deftly done sonnet here... bravo...


  • suseann
    November 16, 2008

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    Oh! Very good poem written from the prespective of a condemned soul in the Salem witch hunts.Resigning ones self to the unjustices thrust upon them by a judge and jury of silly frieghtened religious people.All because a hand full of little testafiers broke the ridiculous rule of joyful dancing.There was I think to recall one male would stood accused of witch craft. I can't recall his name. But the weight of the crushing stones bearing down on him epitimized in these lines."So closed a book of heavy weight, and breath
    Its leather smell of older days ignites,
    A soul so lost as light recedes, oh death!
    As time so ticks away unearthly night.

  • TrippinBTM
    November 16, 2008

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    This is a masterpiece! Good job going off the prompts and writing an excellent poem with a dark and resentful voice.

    only one trifle: you use the word "so" 3 times in stanza 2, the final instance solely for the beat; perhaps consider a different choice of words there.


  • Amera gold member
    November 16, 2008

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    This is really a beautiful read! You took the English sonnet and in perfect decasyllable wove it into a masterpiece that is captivating. The intonation and theme is dark but it flows in sincerity keeping the reader's interest. Very well done!

    Love,
    Amera


  • Mrs LadyEnthralling
    November 16, 2008

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    nice you did a very great excellent job with taking on the prompt digging in the right category with this here piece good luck to you in the contest


  • Jalalbad gold member
    November 16, 2008

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    you do a good job here. I would leave it be as is. The subject torched my soul with a bit of panic and send chills up my spine, though I don't know why...
    Good luck in contest

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