Church Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield
Church
Rating: ★5.0
Scrape-faced farmer,
Clothes constricting,
Fingers turning
Hat in hand,
Mumbles pious,
Eyed fixed upwards,
Shuffles hobnails
As he stands.
Haughty squire,
Fine clothes shaping,
Jewelled fingers,
Seated best,
Voices loudly,
Eyes fixed gimlet
On the people
He detests.
Monday, September 29, 2008
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4/19/2024 6:27:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice poem and very well written. I like your diction. Using just a few amount of words but the point of the poem can be seen very clearly.