Darkness Calls (poem) by Jon Michael Willey on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on September 14, 2010

THE TRUTH THAT ATMOSPHERE INFLUENCES ARE THINKING GREATLY, IS STRONGLY SUPPORTED HERE. GREAT IMAGERY. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE AND BLESSINGS, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green

Reviewed on May 28, 2010

E x c e l l e n t !!!

You are so great with images. Love the rhythm, and as for the content,

BRAVO, BRAVISSIMO !!!

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on May 26, 2010

Great visuals in this intrepid poem! It invites ones mind into all sorts of possibilities to happenings which can occur ....M

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on May 23, 2010

Jon,
I like how you dip into the dark side for this write. The imagery here is haunting throughout. I'm a big fan of Show Time's The Tudors, about King Henry VIII & his many wives. I've found myself fantasizing often about what life was like back then. This poem reminds me of the feeling I get when I drift away with those thoughts. Much enjoyed:)
Sheila

Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)

Reviewed on May 20, 2010

fight or flight the decision best be right

darkness calls authoritatively for action

panic and bravado wear the same shoes

hedging has no permission in this place

This last stanza says so much, Jon and I love your perspective and insight in describing the past through a lens of ingenuity and inventiveness.

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on May 20, 2010

The imagery is sharp and deeply affects the senses and emotions. Stunning as always.

Reviewed by David Hightower

Reviewed on May 19, 2010

Jon - Excellent imagery and rhythm create a brooding atmosphere that pulls forth imagination. Several individual lines leap out and linger. Among them:

in this place mystery plays openly

our ears fill with timpani of chest rhythm

do they stalk or do they beckon

panic and bravado wear the same shoes

and the strong final line,

hedging has no permission in this place

Enjoyed. - David

Reviewed by Sheri Uy

Reviewed on May 17, 2010

I feel like in the middle of clashing forces, hearts and eyes averted from the beckoning light, only mindful of that powerful call, to strike or not...waiting...waiting... Gosh Jon, you brought me right to the setting and thud,thud,thud! Deeply meaningful and captivating work. Excellent, my friend, as usual. Peace and love in Christ.

Be well,
Sheri

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on May 17, 2010

I, too, live right on the edge of open moorland that reaches right down to the sea, so I ADORE this, spooky or not, Jon! :)) Powerful evocation here and I love the interweaving of the natural world with the mystical, sinister and surreal. Yes, moors-landscapes can be intimidating, especially as light diminishes. Some beautiful, precise descriptions, but my favourites are:

reed and heather are on the attack
breeze motions grassy figures to action
do they stalk or do they beckon
fear guides suspicion to the forefront

... and the most wonderful, neat and unique:

panic and bravado wear the same shoes

Moors are a great place to indulge the surreal but are often not for the faint-hearted! Lovely work here, xx

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on May 17, 2010

A brilliant capture of the mystic and mystery that surrounds the moors, Jon Michael...
love and peace, Carole~

Reviewed by Andy Turner

Reviewed on May 16, 2010

There is something dark and mysterious up in the moors.
It is as if they holds secrets and one does sense the primal and there permanence.

The metaphors are just as eery. The tree's owl, emotions.

"panic and bravado wear the same shoes" <---- brilliance.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on May 16, 2010

This conjures up a world where all is in motion fighting against whatever is the nearest thing, almost chaotic, it seems we are heading towards this scenario and it is frightening! Superb writing Jon! ...ET

Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)

Reviewed on May 16, 2010

"...panic and bravado wear the same shoes..."

So love this line. This is a wonderful poem replete with opportunity to determine one's own perspective - "do they stalk or do they beckon..."

I agree with John that this is subtle and carefully thought-through. This piece draws me toward my own inclination that things aren't always as we suspect. Our stirrings are less about external conditions, more about internal ones. This seems to be about the struggle to maintain equillibrium by adapting and adjusting our lense.

Terrific writing.

Reviewed by Paul Judges

Reviewed on May 16, 2010

Very atmospheric, Jon...well done

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on May 15, 2010

Bravado and bewilderment. This tome conveys the gloom and doom of the moors at dusk.

Well done.

Ron

Reviewed by Sophia Choudhury

Reviewed on May 15, 2010

words painting a haunting visual!!!!truly mysterious

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on May 13, 2010

And then again, why all of it make me think of The Hounds of Baskerville"?

Georg

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on May 13, 2010

EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on May 12, 2010

For me, Jon, this is a subtle and thought-through call to arms, a proclamation to resist and take on the forces that threaten and intimidate; nonetheless, your extended metaphor setting is filled with courage and realisation. For me, too, some outstanding phrasing and imagery here: 'thistle birds compete for reason' and 'our ears fill with timpani of chest rhythm' are just two examples, and the final 'hedging has no permission in this place' is the ultimate determination.

John

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Reviewed on May 12, 2010

Shadows of the haunted soul alone caught up in fear of the unknown, you certainly did a masterful job, I can perceive the acrid sulphur in my nostrils and the guy with tail, dancing the hornpipe.
Blessings! Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on May 12, 2010

You have shared the ambiance of the time and the experience very effectively within your verses here, Jon. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on May 12, 2010

even a slight leaf crackle wells up the instincts here Jon
summoning every ounce of depth peception
those trees whispering & hiding the shadows
"Darkness Call" we all can hear the fright
Love & Campfires Light at Home
Vickie

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on May 12, 2010

...wow Jon, you put me in them boots and got my heart a-racing~ Masterful,,and will save this~
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by Lois Christensen

Reviewed on May 12, 2010

So Moorsh, and one day I hope to get to England to see those dark moos. Only hope that dream can come true.

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on May 12, 2010

Much has been written about the English moors and I have sunk my booths in them more than once during maneuvers in ww2. Well done and at night you can imagine anything and be right on those moors.

George