Peter Dome Poet Free verse

Wild Rugged Wuthering Moor

How I love the  Wuthering heights rugged landscape
Of the wild savage moor
As I stand upon a rocky outcrops
High on a windswept Tor.

Under the  blue sky canopy before me
Lies sweeping lush green and tawny vales and rolling hills
Land so wild and unforgiving
As the cold wind begins to bite and chill
Carpets of lilac heather providing shelter
For grouse rabbit and mouse
Somewhere in the distance
I catch the site of an old dilapidated stone farm house
Battered and in decay by the harsh temperamental weather
Every day.

Silver ribboned streams gushing and rushing ever flowing
Sparkling in the sun as lazy trout swim and pout
Trying to kiss the sky.

Little white woolly dots majestically graze on idle days
As the ravens take pieces of wool for nesting away
Suddenly the sky turns black and the icy rain begins to pound
And somewhere in the far distance I hear a deep rumbling sound
Cracks of light flash in the sky and the thunder now close by 
Gives out a mighty roar
I feel the power shake the ground where I stand
And it shakes me to the core
A mixture of fear and acceleration sweeps over me
As I watch far from safety in awe.

Suddenly as it started the thunder stops and the sky begins to clear
A rainbow crescent appears and the lark twitters once moor 
As the started wild ponies and heads of deer reappear
The  overpowering smell of damp earth
I'm soaking wet my cheeks red and aglow
I'm lost in the wild untameable timeless beauty
That I have come to love and know
In my isolation I find peace of mind so serine
I am not  just a visitor
But at one with nature and part of the scene.


Peter Dome.Copyright.2015. June.

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Shadow Hamilton June 6, 2015 at 4:34 AM excellent poem Pete that draws one in and then holds in enthral love it hugs 7 & fav Peter Dome June 6, 2015 at 8:43 AM Hi Shadow. how good it is to hear from you. thank you so much for your kind words. loved your poem too. hope you are ok. Warm best wishes. Pete

Paul Callus June 6, 2015 at 3:43 AM Hi Peter! This is the type of descriptive poetry that I love so much. It proves that you are "not just a visitor but at one with nature". The Yorkshire moors are beautiful, and you are lucky to live in such an inspiring area. // paul Peter Dome June 6, 2015 at 8:46 AM Hi Paul thank you so much. such a pleasure so hear from you. So glad you enjoyed it. Yes the moors are breathtaking. you can't help but be inspired, and feel at one with the surroundings. Hope you are well. take good care. best wishes. Pete.

Jan Allison June 4, 2015 at 2:42 PM This brought back vivid memories Peter I visited Haworth only last August - you have portrayed the bleak stark landscape and scenery so perfectly:-) 7 :-) Hugs jan x Peter Dome June 4, 2015 at 3:30 PM hank you so much Jan.hope you had a great time. beautiful countryside. I am fortunate to live on the border of four counties, Yorkshire Nottinghamshire, Derbyshire, and Lincolnshire. The moors are a stones throw away. so glad you enjoyed my poem. take good care. have a great weekend. Pete.