WHERE THE MIST WAS
Wandering the hill top
taking thoughtful range and pace
I can't stand guard at the gate of thought
any more than I can stop
the quick whip sweep of mist
from the shrouded land below
It passes silently through the scrub-trees,
the heather, grass-flecked earth
and burial mound
The ether flows lightly
but swamps the land and sea,
making me and time unreal,
the day ahead a creaking ghost-ship
adrift in mill-pond sea
As quick as epiphany
the shroud beats rapid retreat
to the ho…
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Posted on July 6, 2009 at 6:54pm —
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Who wrote it|!?!?!?!
Thanks it's deffo going into my personal collection of faourites XD
I only just joined too, that's the only poem I've uploaded
Havn't written any more for a while, i just wait for inspiration....*still waiting* lol
Can't wait to read some of your work
Faye x