Harry Horsman Poet Free verse

The Heavy Chains of Moorland Mist

the chill of autumn
initiates spiral breath
precariously
dancing buoyant upon frigid air chained to contours, dwell
penetrating the very heart of the purple moorland chase,
a symbol of being, as it is within a cycle
nature’s promise one of perpetuity.
yet alas ‘tis with a wondrous although woeful eye
emancipation of candour only I seek,
till to hear the call of the lonesome curlew’s cry
and autumn once again with acrid voice does speak
tells me I’m locked within the haze of “Poor man’s Peak”.

© Harry J Horsman 2015

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Nette Onclaud April 18, 2016 at 12:56 PM pensive mood so well crafted, harry.. how are you; it's been a while... greeat one!..huggs Nette Onclaud April 18, 2016 at 12:57 PM and sweet congrats!

Elaine George December 28, 2015 at 6:19 AM HAUNTINGLY BEAUTIFUL! All the best to you in the New Year, Dear Harry. Your friend in Poetry, Elaine

Richard Lamoureux November 29, 2015 at 9:35 PM I agree with Eileen, there is a haunting feel to this piece.

Skat A November 7, 2015 at 3:18 PM Harry, Congratulations on your Poet's Dozen win. Love SKAT

Njeri Hunjeri November 5, 2015 at 9:33 PM Great imagery Harry. I enjoyed reading your poem:-)

Bl Devnath November 5, 2015 at 4:24 PM Beautiful poem of autumn's picture my lovely friend. Exceptional as always you are. Loved always,bl

Poet Destroyer A November 5, 2015 at 1:02 AM enjoyed your write Harry, keep 'em coming:) ~Luv Linda

Anne-Lise Andresen November 3, 2015 at 2:48 PM - Can I say, "beautifully sad" - Wonderful written, Harry - Best wishes and hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Nette Onclaud November 3, 2015 at 2:05 PM the depth and flow of this piece amaze me endlessly, harry.. you rule!.. huggs

Eileen Manassian November 3, 2015 at 12:11 PM This is very vivid, Harry. That last line is haunting. It leaves one wanting to know more....the lonesome cry of the curlew....very well written, dear.