Hybrid Ghazal

 

The phone is deathly still tonight

Call me if you will tonight

 

Ice has settled on the roofs

Chilled with frost the streets tonight

 

Poles apart a shattering sight

Schrapnell rips the air tonight

 

Personnel await first light

Hushed the tones Sangin tonight

 

Philipos the sun is white

Shall the phone call come tonight

Ghazal

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winston plowes

Wed 8th Dec 2010 20:07

Hi Philipos, just found this... another interesting piece of the WOL Ghazal explosion! 7 or 8 syllables in the lines doesn't seem to spoil the meter of this. Loved the matla. Can you tag this as Ghazal please. Win x

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Dave Bradley

Wed 8th Dec 2010 18:02

Very good. The use of language here to build up the feeling of anxiety is first class - 'deathly still', 'chilled','apart', 'await', 'hushed'.

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