Echos of Night

Echos of Night

By Rose Bence

Your voice is like poetry dripping with molasses. Like standing at the cusp of an Irish sea cliff, bungee cord crisscrossed about my waist. Do I tremble at the cold? The fear? Or is it something more… ?

Are you something more; more than the whispers of a passing breeze caressing me? Or will you slip away like a shadow as the sky turns pink, leaving me with only trembling cold and the whispering echos of the night?

One thought on “Echos of Night

  • This is a nice piece of writing but doesn’t really qualify as poetry via either rhyme or rhythm. It is a lovely, concise thought but more prose than poetry.
    You have a misplaced period. “Like standing at the cusp of an Irish sea cliff, bungee cord crisscrossed about my waist.” is a great line but not a complete sentence (no subject). Try joining it to the previous sentence by replacing the period with a comma.
    Consider writing short stories?

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