landmark March 15, 2015 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 Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Labels Magpie Tales Poem poetry Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments Kathe W.March 15, 2015 at 12:07 PMoh my- this is great!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplybrudbergMarch 15, 2015 at 12:49 PMThe sense of loss in those familiar alleys seems to be inscribed in brick and mortar.--ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyZQMarch 15, 2015 at 1:13 PMWonderful!ZQReplyDeleteRepliesReplyscotthastiepoetMarch 15, 2015 at 1:18 PMImmaculate write Rene - inspiring to read today, so thank you for that... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.comReplyDeleteRepliesReplyMaryMarch 15, 2015 at 1:25 PMI love the atmosphere of this poem, Rene! I can just picture the dub-stepping.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyBerowneMarch 15, 2015 at 2:56 PMIn a word, extraordinary...ReplyDeleteRepliesReplySherry Blue SkyMarch 15, 2015 at 4:19 PMFantastic word choices in this one! Loved it.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyrelMarch 15, 2015 at 4:31 PMhistory echoing the voices long gone; nice.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAnonymousMarch 15, 2015 at 5:16 PMthose superlative words make this amazing !ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyKayMarch 15, 2015 at 5:26 PMfabulous!!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplykeiths ramblingsMarch 15, 2015 at 5:39 PMJust perfect!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyBekkie SanchezMarch 15, 2015 at 6:24 PMTime and sounds! It's amazing what an old town can conger up! Very good write! ♥ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyDonna@LivingFromHappinessMarch 15, 2015 at 6:27 PMI loved the echoing of this poem....really well done.ReplyDeleteRepliesReply21 WitsMarch 15, 2015 at 6:44 PMLovely spirit!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyMichaelMarch 15, 2015 at 10:10 PMAnother fantastic poem, Rene. hope you are well. Loved it. ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyOld EggMarch 16, 2015 at 1:52 AMI 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!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplySuyashJMarch 16, 2015 at 3:29 AMwell writtenReplyDeleteRepliesReplytotomaiMarch 16, 2015 at 6:33 AMthe echoes of these walls. listen to them sometimesReplyDeleteRepliesReplyPearlMarch 16, 2015 at 8:08 AMI knew him...PearlReplyDeleteRepliesReplyJae RoseMarch 16, 2015 at 9:35 AMWhat a mix of ancient and new..a calling...ReplyDeleteRepliesReplySilent Otto March 16, 2015 at 10:43 AMone must use the force and no head up display , while flying through this alley ....ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyC.C.March 16, 2015 at 8:31 PMdevastatingly sublimeReplyDeleteRepliesReplyRommyMarch 17, 2015 at 8:02 AMdub-step hymn...really nice wordsmithing ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyTess KincaidMarch 19, 2015 at 1:31 PMDelicious...and yes, it was just like that...ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyHelenaMarch 19, 2015 at 3:24 PMI'd like to hear dub-stepping hymns too!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAdd commentLoad more... Post a Comment Please drop a penny in a poet's hat :
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oh my- this is great!
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Immaculate write Rene - inspiring to read today, so thank you for that... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com
ReplyDeleteI love the atmosphere of this poem, Rene! I can just picture the dub-stepping.
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ReplyDeleteFantastic word choices in this one! Loved it.
ReplyDeletehistory echoing the voices long gone; nice.
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ReplyDeleteJust perfect!
ReplyDeleteTime and sounds! It's amazing what an old town can conger up! Very good write! ♥
ReplyDeleteI loved the echoing of this poem....really well done.
ReplyDeleteLovely spirit!
ReplyDeleteAnother fantastic poem, Rene. hope you are well. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteI 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!
ReplyDeletewell written
ReplyDeletethe echoes of these walls. listen to them sometimes
ReplyDeleteI knew him...
ReplyDeletePearl
What a mix of ancient and new..a calling...
ReplyDeleteone must use the force and no head up display , while flying through this alley ....
ReplyDeletedevastatingly sublime
ReplyDeletedub-step hymn...really nice wordsmithing
ReplyDeleteDelicious...and yes, it was just like that...
ReplyDeleteI'd like to hear dub-stepping hymns too!
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