03-05-2018, 05:24 PM
No longer flesh and blood but ink smeared paper,
your face is lost, forgotten, hidden somewhere amongst adjectives,
expletives and verbs.
In thumbed pages, slow turning, you have gone.
Really lovely - fully evocative.
I find the rest flawless as well. I find no impilse whatever to crit this piece.
It evokes, for me, an age, perhaps closer to Donne than you intended, but
from the first few line I found myself cloistered with a writer from that era.
Very well done - RC
your face is lost, forgotten, hidden somewhere amongst adjectives,
expletives and verbs.
In thumbed pages, slow turning, you have gone.
Really lovely - fully evocative.
I find the rest flawless as well. I find no impilse whatever to crit this piece.
It evokes, for me, an age, perhaps closer to Donne than you intended, but
from the first few line I found myself cloistered with a writer from that era.
Very well done - RC