The Written Word

Written upon request

Mounted atop a hill in lonely Huddersfield,
Stone & mortar; an eye cast to the west,
Green to blue to green; an invited guest.

Can you hear the words through the letters?
Muted coughs; email huggles; whispered creations.
Eyes harsher than reality on the heart.
Devil's advocate to that invited guest.

Out of reach; this damned puddle
Stretches; denying a huddle.

Waves charge towards that hill; a bastion
Against the word of silence without salience.

Reviews

[Mizuki Tsukiakari]

Luke, it is perfect! Your talents never cease to amaze me. I love how you mixed the tower with the ocean; they go together very well. I still imagine this tower as a lighthouse overtop a sea of grass, but perhaps the tower looks to the west to attract the western boats to set sail and visit this tower : ) But I love the direction you went with it. I can't express how great it is. I must go tell Tanner :D

[Luke Rawlings]

You must tell Tanner and tell the bugger to give me a review! You should write one about this topic and "test your writing skills" :P

[WatcherInSilence]

Raw, emotional and expertly written...

A great read and a great delight!

[Luke Rawlings]

Thank you! :3