Hi Lori,
I always love a poem that tells a story as well and yet still remains a poem..this is terrific and I really liked your structure as well, the winding of words down a slope..just like the characters..the descriptions really set the scene
On Hope’s Peak, we wend our way through powdered paradise, gleaming smiles in sun’s warmth. I wonder about "glistening" instead of gleaming, like the sun on particles of snow?? Though gleaming works well also..
Love "sun's descent towards dusk" and the shape of that line also
The description of the finding the injured woman and "their eyes say so much more" is great and leaves the reader wanting to know more..always a great place to finish. And the finish line and play on the word "hope" is marvellous as well...a tense moment, full of mystery of the relationship between Jamie and Hope..I saw that this is from a Flash writing..wow!! Great job!
Lucie
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Lucie "What could have made her peaceful with a mind That nobleness made simple as a fire, With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind That is not natural in an age like this, Being high and solitary and most stern? Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?" WB Yeats "No Second Troy" MM Award Winner 
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