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Petergate, with a view of York Minster, York, UK , Photo by Tess Kincaid via Magpie Tales

shouted down
alleyways 
your name
banks
breathlessly
off gnawed brick
memorials

a rising 
low note prayer
of good intention

a dub-stepped

hymn
 
in extraordinary

time

2015-Rene

Comments

  1. The sense of loss in those familiar alleys seems to be inscribed in brick and mortar.--

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  2. Immaculate write Rene - inspiring to read today, so thank you for that... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com

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  3. I love the atmosphere of this poem, Rene! I can just picture the dub-stepping.

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  4. Fantastic word choices in this one! Loved it.

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  5. history echoing the voices long gone; nice.

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  6. those superlative words make this amazing !

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  7. Time and sounds! It's amazing what an old town can conger up! Very good write! ♥

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  8. I loved the echoing of this poem....really well done.

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  9. Another fantastic poem, Rene. hope you are well. Loved it.

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  10. I think that historic places exude such an aura that viewing the photo those words and feelings must have flowed so easily from you pen. Bravo!

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  11. the echoes of these walls. listen to them sometimes

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  12. What a mix of ancient and new..a calling...

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  13. one must use the force and no head up display , while flying through this alley ....

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  14. dub-step hymn...really nice wordsmithing

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  15. Delicious...and yes, it was just like that...

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  16. I'd like to hear dub-stepping hymns too!

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