At Dawn Came Love (Part I)

The street appeared at dawn, spread with a soft

alluring morning hour’s gleam upon well worn brick,

no longer pristine, historically the place for wheels

and hooves. The alley’s fate was to see olden lovers

alight from carriages, bankers and investors striding

forward gently in high hats, chimney sweeps and

lamp lighters in worker’s caps and boots as use-worn

as the street bricks and sewers. A horse’s breath

challenges the rising mist.



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I think this is terrific writing. My only wish is that it was a longer piece. It feels the start of something bigger. I loved it.
On the critique side, maybe some full stops instead of comas.
Congratulations on the Nib, please accept my Nomination to go with it.


Still love it


Agree excellent imagery. Look forward to seeing it in the anth.


Part One appears twice. Where’s Part Two?
Is this a prose poem? I can’t work out the rationale behind the way the lines end. Is there one? Deliberate enjambements, to what purpose? Please unmistify me.

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