Hey.
I have read, I will grade it in a fashion.
Although there is no right or wrong really.
But well done for completing so promptly.
*gives gold star* XD
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The clock was on the stroke of seven. She expected the cuckoo-ing to be ringing in her ears soon. She was prepared for the loud noise that frequently scared her. Now, she was sure it wouldn't. She placed an elbow onto the armrest of the chair, her chin being supported by her palm. She looked groggy, or perhaps just lazy. The front part of the house was messy; the bags still in their positions by the door, her phone broken and its contents scattered beneath sofas and cupboards.
How do I incorporate more emotion in my imagery?
There is a sound that pulsates through the sky, pinching chills into the arms of foreigners
This noise pushes all quiet out of its miry and mossy groves, lurking in the shadows of the unknown
There is a buzz that penetrates the silence and washes over a lazy gator
A ghost flower, with its tentacle-like petals and piercing red eyes, trembles in the shallow breeze
Feet push through muddy water, trudging through the thickets,
Mosquitoes latch onto bare, defenceless skin, hungry for flesh
Heat comes in armies, marching through saw grass and setting flames to faces
Though this swamp appears somnolent
It is very much awake
Technically, your whole poem is on point.
But I feel nothing when I read it.
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