|Reviewed by Peter Paton
|Very mysterious and deeply sensual.
Could feel the whirlpool of enchantment and desire
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Just breathtaking Mary Ann!
I am soothed by the sonic elements which you do so well.
|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|TAKE GREAT CARE AS TO THE 'ENTITY' WE FOLLOW...WHAT APPEARS TO BE BEWITCHINGLY LOVELY JUST MAY BE YOUR DOOM! A WONDERFUL WORK FILLED WITH THE MYSTERIOUSNESS OF THE...WILLOWS. DONE WELL AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Your verses make me want to meet her, Mary Ann. Well done! Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Joy Hale
|The elusive picture of a woman veiled in nature matches your words of enchantment! This reader wants to linger in the forest to see what will appear to me as if in a dream. Beautifully done, Mary Ann.
Joy L. Hale
|Reviewed by jude forese
|enchanting, lovely poem ...|
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|A change of pace for you here, Lady Mary Ann. I sense a dream theatre melody singing in this as I read. But you heighten the ambit of the write by injecting hints of classicism into the images as they flow effortlessly together. Lovely work! Peace to you ... richard|
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|"Ever to breathe" love of
uniqueness in your poem!!!
*Lady Mary Ann*
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|ebony of illustrious shadow and many other mysterious phrases to linger upon. enjoyed. ~ Morgan|
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Completely enchanting!!!! You have created a beautiful story that captures the essence of the picture to perfection! Lovely phrasing, Mary Ann!
|Reviewed by Laura Fall
|Wow, this is enchanting poetry and such a beautiful photo this write is excellent indeed Laura
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Quite mysterious, and quite lovely.|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|You had me going along with the "Mysterious fervere veil of willow," and I was getting a warm glow until suddenly, there was this word . . . "wrath." Huh? Maybe I missed something, dear, Mary Ann, but wrath stood out like a . . . er . . . wrath.
Loved the poem, even with wrath as a curiosity.