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Short Measure for the Gabriel Hound Each time I read a cloud’s dark countenance or watch two crows stitch out a warning in the clear blue air, I can’t forget the Bradwell miners, bound for home without a lamp to guide them, night as heavy as the earth they’d toiled beneath all day. They heard the long grass stir. They stood dead still. A beam, sharp as a skinning knife shone from the moon down to the hill and carved the huge shape of a hound; a dog so quick they’d barely taken flight before they heard it bay and felt its harsh breath at their heels. They ran full speed with burning lungs until the dawn, until the daylight overtook them and they went, grim-faced, down to the mine to meet their certain fate. Remember them as you lie in bed, when the empty house has fallen still, and you stare through open curtains at a starless sky, imagine it’s a dog’s black flank that passes you, bound for somewhere else tonight. - Helen Mort. |
Gabriel's MY name! I feel special :D
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Granite Sea Push open the massive iron gate Now tell me what you see Be forewarned the hours late As you travel the granite sea Walk across the rain soaked ground You feel of sudden gloom The granite waves are all around So many many tombs Smell the rain soaked flowers Which sit upon the grass Your body begins to cower As you hear a ghostly laugh Listen to the ghostly voices That's come from some where near You do not have many choices When your bodies gripped with fear Shiver as you hear them They call out your name All you can do is fear them Calling from the grave Wonder who is calling Calling you from where Your bravery quickly falling In terror and despair Think to your self it didn't happen You didn't hear that sound But you cant help your reaction As your heart begins to pound But now there is just one thing They think that you should know There's no reason for fearing So for now, you can go All they want to tell you Is that one day, here you'll be Like the many many waves In a cold, granite sea. - M.A. Tolli. |
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There isn't much can be said. I read all the poems and they're rather good but I didn't feel the need to put that in writing. I'm just looking forward to the BR III (hence my new signature. Notice the three dots have a double meaning? One because obviously the preds are usually in this thing and because it's the third one.)
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Oh, I thought we were trying to make this thread 15 pages long.
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