Ruby of Yorkshire (poem) by Vivian L Dawson on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)

Reviewed on April 25, 2012

This piece feels just right with the sparse punctuation and stanza separations. I selected this one because the title is compelling, and the body of this keeps that mystic flavor and more. Your use of "ruby" and "vixen" "heather' all create a rich atmosphere. Velvety good poetry. ~~ the other Diana

Reviewed by Diana Wiles

Reviewed on April 11, 2012

Intriguing!!I really enjoyed this... Could I just say however that I am from Yorkshire, UK, and our countryside is never grey (unlike images depicted of London complete with grey fog etc..)...At the moment it is the lushest of greens in 'God's own county' as Yorkshire is often called...
I love the colour and atmosphere of this poem...and nice that Yorkshire has a mention too! :)
Best wishes, Diana...

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 30, 2012

Dreams Remembered are often quite powerful.

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on March 29, 2012

history as read and interpreted by the poet
is always different and for that, special
and interesting; you make this rich and
personal, Vivian, and alive

john

Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)

Reviewed on March 29, 2012

It's always fun to try to imagine a poem in a particular era and this one certainly has a medieval feel, rather earlier than the Bronte era. The emblem of Yorkshire is the White rose as alluded to in the poem, full marks for historical accuracy: is the ruby dress (red the colour of their arch enemies, Lancashire) a provocation perhaps?

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on March 29, 2012

Novel poem..a dance that remains within...beautiful~

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on March 28, 2012

Ruby indeed. lovely. ~ Morgan

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on March 28, 2012

Beautifully enchanting "Ruby of Yorkshire". Lovely the lady
in a fabulous red gown. A bouquet of white roses to you
Lady Vivian. Excellent poem. Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on March 28, 2012

Quite lovely, Lady Vivian, your photo enhances your poetry, good choice.

Much peace, love and light,
Amber

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Reviewed on March 28, 2012

Good work of this, Vivian

Reviewed by Laura Fall

Reviewed on March 28, 2012

Enchanting poetry indeed Laura

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on March 28, 2012

Aye, the mysterious moors is decidedly up to no good, methinks, sweet fair maiden. Your sire of Yorkshire must hasten forthwith. Nothing ever survives for long when their dainty feet have stepped into the marl of the moors.