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Fugitives, Paris 1632

we stood were well you pushed I fell they came I hid she ran I did they chased I stopped she turned I dropped they shot I died she fled I sighed they went her too I died for you .. I died .. for you you used me too

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Bill Baker Fan

Date: 11/16/2023 3:47:00 PM

a soulful footle, Clive. I echo Sara…you could win the contest.

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 11/16/2023 11:03:00 PM

Thank you for your time in reading my poem Bill

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 11/9/2023 2:56:00 PM

a soulful footle, Clive. I echo Ink...you should enter it in the contest.

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 11/10/2023 12:24:00 AM

Thanks for your support Sara

Christuraj Alex

Date: 11/9/2023 6:41:00 AM

".. I died .. for you you used me too" - A very beautiful footle.

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 11/9/2023 6:50:00 AM

I really appreciate you taking the time to read and comment, thank you

Ink Empress

Date: 11/9/2023 3:37:00 AM

Oh my those lines “ i died for you” and “ you used me too” thats soul hitting! I can feel the depth of what you’ve expressed there! A brilliant and moving footle loved reading this

Ink Empress
Date: 11/9/2023 3:46:00 AM

Ah you should enter it into the contest “ new poem” i think will do very well. Amazing you did this without knowing what a footle is . Love it

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 11/9/2023 3:42:00 AM

I must thank you deeply, it was only by reading your footle a couple of days ago that I realised this poem that I wrote in 2019 was a footle!! It's inspired by one of my favourite books The Three Musketeers by Alexander Dumas. So thank you, and for you very supportive words.