10-07-2010, 09:00 AM
(10-06-2010, 10:32 PM)Heslopian Wrote: Like teeth through gums each pillar stands.you do so love your simile. and they are a great device to use.
The floor has long ago vanished, (the floor is always there)
and where the dark brown pews once were, is and needed? make it an image, once gathered maybe
facing the altar like hard faced women,
their expressions sanded down (telly not showy)
through years of toil and wifehood,
only grass remains, kept green and fresh
by volunteers, all from the National Trust. telly not showy
No sermons have been read here
for some centuries. God has packed his suitcase and left. some is redundant
Trees surround like dumb tourists,
night hovers above the lonely circle,
and the moon illuminates a corpse,
lying where the priest would wait
to greet his flock in years now passed.
She wears high heels, a torn white dress,
hoop earrings and a lace stocking;
the other one is nowhere near.
Her make-up is smeared and her eyes open wide;
the windowless arches stare back like mourners.
reiteration on the other hand can suck hairy balls.
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Like teeth through gums each pillar stands.
facing the altar like hard faced women,
Trees surround like dumb tourists,
the windowless arches stare back like mourners.
could at least two of them be made into metaphor?
roofless pillars lay broken and dead.
hard face women facing the alter
i hate doing this but it's the only way to show what i mean clearly, feel free to throw it away as always

Roofless pillars, broken, dead.
The weary floor long gone,
where dark brown pews once gathered,
wooden faced women facing the alter
stern expressions worn out and down
through years of wifely toil.
Only grass remains, kept green and fresh
National Trust volunteers do benediction
No sermons have been read here
for centuries. God has packed his suitcase and left.
what i wrote isn't as good as what you wrote but it's rushed and it was done more to show similes can be changed.
for me, the poem itself has a good feel to it, sad yet understanding and then we get what seems to be a sacrifice a desecration. it all changes. now it feels a little satanic and the good feel escapes. was she murdered
raped, and murdered.
i do like it and in reality the similes aren't too much of a put off. i was making a point with them.
thanks for the read as always jack.
