Societal views wrap around our unique beauty, weighing it down so that it burdens and ultimately destroys our soul
Dark and haunting wisps of air/entangled in the willow's hair/their fickle streams cumber the sheath/forcing her to bow her head/and weep
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Reviews of "The Willow"
Reviewed by Robert Harrison (Reader)
Reviewed on October 6, 2012
A write set out in abstract form. Cleverly done so as not to be pondered over at length to be able to interpret its meaning. A cleverly painted picture in words.
Robert
Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
Reviewed on October 1, 2012
Your introductory line alone is remarkably profound. The artwork is also profound. I understand this poem. Stunning. ~~ Diana
Pure artistry, so beautiful that it overpowers meaning. My feeble brain cannot see the connect with the opening statement. Perhaps there is some hidden message there that I cannot understand.
Although I like your poem and its message, Shirley, I think it would be more effective if you were to go ahead and release the breaks into simple lines.
The ancient kings of Whitehawk were all too aware of the temptation of magic. They could feel its threat, a presence in their courts, a serpent slithering at their feet, even entering into their beds.
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