In a box
around his neck,
sits the gas mask.
Red and blue
with floppy ears,
Micky Mouse by name...
False alarm on Friday
afternoon,
just after lunch.
The room is dark,
and he is on his hands
and knees,
just like
the teacher
showed him.
Get low when the bombs
flow from the sky
she said ...
He dreads the day
he opens his box
in a real panic.
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Such simple fear, drew me in. I really am enjoying your stuff, glad I happened upon it. Adding you as a fav, if you don't mind. = )
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Did you have that Anthrax Island off the coast of Scotland in mind when you wrote this? I was reminded of the same thing that Individuality stated. Also, it reminded me of the evacuation plan for Anniston, Alabama in the event that chemical warefare agents stored there began to leak. These are feelgood measures only.
Mike
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a good poem, it makes me think of those old videos they used to show of if a nuclear war breks out lol they say crouch down and try not to move too much hehehe as if that would actually help
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This is great, it flows nicely, I couldn't fidn the true story behidn it till the end! way to keep the reader hooked, Nice, very nice! If you do revise it, my only criticism, is to maybe expand a lil
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i like this it is unique
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Wow!
This is amazing.
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You convey another time here in grand style my friend,
I actually lived in the time where bomb shelters were on the streets.
It also brings back my days in Belfast.
It is an unnerving existence that you brought to life.
How we treat one another......
so sad......
Superb piece!
Great work,
Lowell Poe.
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Nice
Im not sure of the form that you take on here so cant give constructive critiscm im afraid, I think the imagery is great though if thats any use, take care kathrin xx
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