The Eleventh Hour

The Eleventh Hour

A Poem by Neville

The Eleventh Hour

 

Appearing out of nowhere

Like a morning star so rare

 

To guide each step

Along the way precarious

 

Once in time she was indeed

A beacon of perfection

 

Tho having reached

Some unplanned destination

 

Safe atop some hidden causeway

Prayers were said in celebration

 

Until the rescuers they did come

And they were rescued every single one  

 

© 2020 Neville


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Very creative and well said. Nicely penned

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

5 Years Ago


thank you friend...
a positive note amid the chaos...and in the 12th hour, the ashes of those not saved in time, burn in the memories of those who remain.
powerful,
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

5 Years Ago


Cheers Jacob … much appreciated as always my fine literary friend...

N.
Those on that causeway hidden away did not want any rescuing from the beacon of perfection in this world of qualified order methinks.......... another intrigue of a read......... and bloomin' impressive 'tis Nev.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

5 Years Ago

Thanks Fay and truly my dear Kernow Friend :)

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Neville
Neville

Gone West folks....., United Kingdom



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Sometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..