The Moors
Grey fog wisping 'round
Not a sound or sight to see
A slow envelope
Folding down upon the land
As night creeps into the moors
Comments
Nice Hugh. I agree with Don on that last line.
Don...Edgar is my idol..!
Jason...one of the BEST movies EVER!
Have you ever seen, "American Werewolf in London," Lisa?
"Stay off the Moors lads, beware the moon."
Now that was moorland!?
J. x
Hugh
I like your rhyme. Particularly the last line. EAP would be pleased.....
A spooky mist surrounds the moors,
And through the fields and woods it tours.
A ghostly blanket slowly spreading,
Darkness drivers driving dreading.
Thanks Keith.
I've never been to actual moors, but I have lived in New England my whole life and I imagine that the salt marshes and rolling hills of northern Maine and the Atlantic Provinces are very similar.
Thank you Don and Thank you Jason
And thanks to every one else for stopping by❤
Lisa,
My childhood was spent in the Pennines and this poem is an accurate portrayal of what to expect at this time of year. Your poem took me back in time.
Thanks for this
Keith
Very good Lisa....
Oh I do love a tanka, and this is an atmospheric pleasure Lisa.
J. x
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Jason Bayliss
Thu 12th Sep 2019 12:01
Aha, yes ? you know it!!
"Beware the moon lads!" ?
J. x