Eternal Fog And Mist
Stone walls and Raven’s calls
Sheepfolds in the mist and fog
rain that falls ‘pon ancient stalls
And bleached `bones of once faithful dogs
So thin the mist...yet still insists
On shaping things that no more exist
And from the highlands seem to arise
Women’s sighs and ghostly Viking’s cries
Shields of leather fallen ‘Pon the heather
Fleeting traces erased by time and weather
And the only constant in all of this...
The only thing that still persists…is
The eternal fog and mist
Categories:
sheepfolds, change, environment,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Light congealing
Like ice upon water
Razor-honed edge
of dawn cleaving the dark
In hot pursuit
Of shadows fleeing
Dreams drift away…
Like a guttering spark
Liquid gold blades
of sabre-like rays
Cleaving and piercing
Heart of morning mist
Parting a path
for a new-born day
Hapless…Nay, helpless!
Of night to resist
Dawn’s dam of darkness
So sorely breached
Erodes into shards of bones
white…and bleached
Floods of light gouting
As through broken dike
Awash are farms, fields
And sheepfolds alike
Shredding the shrouds
Of nighttime’s dark clouds
What is there of Dawn
…not to like?…
Categories:
sheepfolds, nature,
Form: Rhyme