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By Clementine
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08 April 2005 |
It was dark and cool that night,
The crisp leaves swirled around on the hard road.
The sky was indigo, the mist thin,
And the trees swayed and the wind whistled.
I was seven, and I stepped into the warmth and shelter of the car,
And mother started the car and began to drive.
Desertion everywhere, no one out at all;
Lights from shops and streetlamps led the way.
Soft music sang in my ears, as I stared at the scene below the motorway,
Where the large lake ripped and sparkled in the moonlight,
And buildings were lit up like candles,
Rain started falling hard, hitting the windscreen like stones.
Signs with words and symbols showed us where to go,
As we gently drove on the slippery road.
But the wind grew faster, howling and screeching,
And cars slightly swerved as it lashed violently at them.
Under the bridge, the lights were bright and white,
Above us, the trains crackled along its tracks.
Mother dearest weakly smiled at me,
Acting like she'd done no wrong.
She patted my knee with her bloodstained hands,
And drove away, far from our home. |
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stylish
Written by kevinrobson71 (42 comments posted) 10th April 2005 | atmospheric
very visual
teriffic ending | Thanks
Written by Clementine (10 comments posted) 10th April 2005 | | Thanks for reading it and taking the time to review it. I appreciate it! | great
Written by Betsie (30 comments posted) 15th April 2005 | | Full of imagery - good ending |
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