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THE FOG

The minute the fog laid its eyes on me

I knew I was lost

 

with its cold creeping seduction

and whispered breath

            all guidance confused

 

and only the suspended tops

            of what was grounded

could I see

confounded in a season of mystery.

bad weather

◄ LITTLE GIRL IN LOVE

THE GATE OF THE RISING SUN ►

Comments

Lynn Hamilton

Wed 4th Nov 2015 14:05

Hi Ray

I agree with Stu and really enjoyed reading this. xx

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Stu Buck

Tue 3rd Nov 2015 21:52

the atmosphere you have conjured here in scant lines is amazing. coincidentally the poem i just posted attempts to summon much the same atmosphere, albeit a little darker. enjoyed reading this, when i started out i assumed it would be a long, macabre tale (which you write so well) but i really liked the fact it is so short and sweet. lovely.

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