poetry critical

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Welcome to Poetry Critical, an online poetry workshop. To post your own poetry you'll need to create a user id by typing a name and password in the box above and hitting 'New User'. If you just want to critique or jump into the discussion, however, you can go ahead and get started!

Random Poem:

So Dark Up Above

Hector's eyes came up through a break in the ground.
The frilled hem of a summer dress brushed across his nose
and then - the Under-Sky.
"Ecce!  Ecce!" Hector whispered triumphantly.  "Ecce!  Ecce!"
His thousand brothers
were far behind,
in their warrens,
rutting with silent mole-women.
He saw the gum plastered heel
and the denimed crotch
and the black bomber crows
and the wires
but then -
Suddenly, a glance; a hip, a lime-coloured spring dress, an amateur sashay. Hector saw her ebony hair and thought,
"Ita Vero!"
Hands falling before knees falling before feet ,
Up from beneath the earth and across the pavement
He came to his first-last love.
Ms Applegranite glided--levitated; she moved ahead, disregarding the dirty, somewhat primitive man crawling aside her. Her right shoulder espoused an expensive handbag, which she shifted upwards uncomfortably.
[Who could blame her? How could she know of his devotion? - ed.]
Fingers tangled in her hair, a manly arm in manly grip around her waist and into the waste they went.
Ms Applegranite, once under the sky, now under the earth, never to return again.

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