Kikuyu_Black_Paws Posted December 3, 2008 Report Posted December 3, 2008 Begin Through all my life and all my years I've never seen such gnawing fears For every hearty laugh I took I am now took by tears. A throbbing pain with every drop each jeweled dew filled to the top Streaking down my cheeks they fall and I can't make them stop. There's no one there to rescue me and I can't pay the bridge's fee From down beneath the troll, he laughs, and dangles forth a silver key. The goat-limbed keeper shakes his head and, gnawing on a piece of bread Sneers the tears upon my face and points down to the dead. "Fare the toll or cross you not drop them there in clay-clad pot If coins you have not about you then phoo you and your stingy lot." I turn away I'm left behind I have to dash dreams from my mind And if they torment me still more I'll leave this world and all its kind.
Hjolnai Posted December 4, 2008 Report Posted December 4, 2008 I'm not much of a poetry critic, but I must say I found the imagery in this poem very effective. Sorry I can't tell you much more, but that's all I have to say (at least until I analyze the poem in more depth, which I'm probably too lazy to do). I'd definitely read this again.
Ran Yoko Posted December 11, 2008 Report Posted December 11, 2008 it's very descriptive. I'm not sure exactly how the troll and the bridge fit in, but at the same time it does seem to fit. I think I like it. (not very sure, feeling too tired, sorry)
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