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A Grey Blanket

A Grey Blanket

 

A hidden form shrouded in a world of drizzle

head and face veiled by a yellow sou´wester

Wellingtons and raincoat obscure shape or form

A sky laden with threatening clouds

an unbearable heavy dullness

A composer struggling with depression

a painter stares blankly at a canvas

Puddles catch a reflection

which distorts what is above

Beneath the covered head a

mind filled with depression broods

It is forever grey

unremittingly damp

unceasing rain

which enters the marrow 

saturates any vestige of thought

An introverted soul

with no savour or light

only a grim endless time

amongst those dark satanic mills

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keith jeffries

Tue 24th Apr 2018 22:43

Hannah and Douglas, thank you for your comments. Keith

<Deleted User> (18118)

Tue 24th Apr 2018 22:36

Each line tells a story.
Sad and poetic.

Hannah

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Douglas MacGowan

Tue 24th Apr 2018 16:41

I can relate to this all the way in Redwood City, California.

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keith jeffries

Tue 24th Apr 2018 16:40

Colin & Brian, thank you for your comments. Keith

<Deleted User> (13762)

Tue 24th Apr 2018 15:29

feels like S. Wales today - replace mills with pits. Well conveyed Keith. All the best, Col.

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keith jeffries

Tue 24th Apr 2018 15:25

Burnley

<Deleted User> (18980)

Tue 24th Apr 2018 14:18

Sounds like Manchester.

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