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This is great, I love the words raspberry silk. You have written a beautifully worded poem and I much enjoyed. And yes, I will call you if any of those bloody monsters appear, lol. Love and wishes, from Lyz. Well done, XX

This is a lovely poem, as always with its sad undertones, or perhaps one should say overtones, And yet there is the sunlight and the raspberry silk, a combination so delightful, so sweetly lovely that it waves like a flag through the whole poem as if there were fabrics of hope swaying then flapping in the wind that brings the night, its final calm as the stillness of night hides the way down the corridors. Oh I love this, you running and trying to find something, out of breath, with your sinking feeling of bewilderment at not seeing the gates of Heaven, 'you will recite poetry at that gate and St Peter will be so moved that he will let you in immediately without any checking of who you are or where you come from, he knows you deserve to enter and with the trumpets blazing a welcome too.' The idea of corridors is great too, and I love the word drenched here, it is so seeping into the very wall's structure, and those dancing silks reminds me of the prayer flags, or rags in Tibet and China, where the kind dragons protect the gates with their happiness. You tug at heart strings with your poems dearest Joe, and we are all moved by that. Your Annuccia as aye. P.S. See Longo's profile.