William Saint George
William Saint George
Dec 27, 2011
This poem is part of the workshop:

More Meter

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At Christmas Time

At Christmas time,
The windows close
And fog out
The chilly clime.

The stars in the sky,
Are burning and bright.
The children are warm
And cozy inside,
And the little match girl
Is left out to die.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Poem written for Christmas day. Now submitted to the More meter workshop.

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Ghana, GHA

Favorite Poets: William Shakespeare

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Comments

William Saint George

Didn't know what to expect with this one. I guess the poetic spirit speaks through people without them knowing it. I'm glad it touched you. I really am. Hope all is well now :)

weirdelf

I nearly didn't read this because of the title, but glad I did.

weirdelf

At Christ/mas time,
The wind/ows close
And fog/ out
The chill/y clime.

The stars/ in the sky,
Are burn/ing and bright.
The child/ren are warm
And coz/y inside,
And the little/ match girl
Is left out/ to die.

A mixture of Iamabic and Anapestic but it all works wor me. The line

And fog/ out

is called weak iambic because it starts and ends with unstressed syllables.

docmaverick

...I read this poem BECAUSE of the title, and I am very happy that I did! This is a somewhat eclectic piece, as far as structure goes...but, my God! What a clear, concise slice of life! Too cruel.
This is a very solid effort!
Sincerely,
doc.

S

I can usually tell someone specifically why I like something. I read this the day it was posted. I liked it then and like it now but can't point out why lol.......stan