Sheets crumbled beneath her!

Eyes darted aimlessly around her!

Fear prowling behind every picture-

Light thrown shadows on the wall.

Dancing away to a daunting rhythm.

Fingers fought in frantic frenzy

A text of distress to her beloved read,

“It’s dark, it’s thundering,

Wind chimes making sounds,

Lights are going on and off,

Fan is spinning fast and slow.”


It remained a call in vain,

Her distress unheeded.

She lay hushed under the thundered sky,

Trussed to her cot,

With shackles of Fear;

Thick, dark, and vile!

A tear rolled gently down her cheek

Consumed post-haste by her pillow-

 Sole solace in her darkest fear!




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  1. There’s much to admire about your poetry, Antony. Your words mesh together well – they sound good when read aloud, which is not as easy to pull off as it might seem. But you might consider your use of descriptors, particularly adjectives. Are they necessary? Would removing most of them truly affect the poem? Is there some other way of achieving the same result? You might consider reading some Jane Hirshfield to see how a master handles this dilemma. But good work! Keep writing!

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