Through the fog*
and down the cobblestone road
in an ancient Victorian* house
the elderly Englishman waits
Fully adorned
with top hat* and cane*
he remembers the day
that everything changed
so the elderly Englishman waits
He sits alone
by the quiet glow
of two gas lamps*
and still
the elderly Englishman waits
Author notes
'wubbie get down you fatty'
Words used from word Bank:
Fog, Victorian, top hat, cane, gas laps
A contest entry
- Top Hats and Cold Gold by ResplendentCloud.
1100 points, ended December 21, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any opinions/questions/comments?
Comments
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I like this reminds me ofa few scary movies ive seen well done
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He waits like an apparition of victorian times, which estimate we dig up his history, for he is waiting, and maybe lost. The 'fog,' in my opinion, is that he has revisited his home.
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adorable
When I read this, I just see this cute old guy standing in the middle of the streets, waiting.
but what is he waiting for? lol I love how you leave it up to the imagination
it flows very nicely and the imagry is amazing
Good job and good luck
-Emmy
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