Heya, Fel! Casanova here to do another review! I'll be taking this one piece by piece as well.
Let's get to the review!
A cold dawn streaks over the desert,
Lighting up the earth in a bright red glow,
And a mysterious wind is starting to blow.
I find the transition from the second line to the third one rather off, but the rhyming didn't really hold it back any so props for that.
Whipping up the grains into a dark cloud,
The sandstorm rolls over the bleak land,
In a wave of suffocating specks of sand.
in a stand alone piece this would be good, but by now it seems like you're just repeating what's already happened in earlier poems of this kind, and I think you could do better in diversing them.
Everyone huddles quietly in their homes,
Waiting for the violent storm to pass overhead,
Soon it’s over and the winds have fled.
Only the rhyming put this off for me. Fled makes it seem like they went quickly. You're obviously trying to draw this out, I would suggest something with a much duller tone to it. The rhyming is starting to hold you back.
But something is rushing towards the town,
Rapidly tunneling through the desert sand,
Weaving this way and that, through the land.
This seemed off to me. Maybe it's because of the,"Something," line, when you could have just said serpent. You've already established that is what was harassing the desert, I would suggest the change.
I'll be stopping it there, I feel like I've already critiqued what is wrong with the next lines in the previous lines, so I'll leave it for you to judge.
Anyway, I've said all I could on this one. I hope it helped.
Keep on doing what you're doing, and keep on keeping on.
Sincerely, Matthew Casanova Aaron.
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