Open Poetry #28 |
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While The Crows Waited (by Aenimal's request) |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows ![]() |
Through the glens in the night, blades blackened or hidden from sight, nettle flogged legs to give some heat, still the damned hoarfrost nipped at my seat, crossing the water and mounting the dale by morning ready to strike. O'er the crest we came with the dawn, war pipes awailing like the Ban'Sidhe, the dogs were loosed the blades were drawn; we came to die or live to be free and fell on them at Ballantrae; the cry was havoc, the shout was heard last remnant of the spoken word. Morrighu! Morrighu! Morrighu! ©2003 by icebox |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
icebox I read this in your reply to Aenimal poem. The drama of the poem left me looking for more information. Thank you both for that. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Very interesting but I enjoyed the read. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Jason Lyle Senior Member
since 2003-02-07
Posts 1438With my darkling |
I loved this both times.Great write. Jason |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
Many thanks kind sir |
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