Mist filled Mornings… #Poetry

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Mist filled Mornings

First thing in the morning

When the mist covers the South Downs

I wonder, is Merlin walking those hills?

Hidden by mists of his own making

Looking for something

Anger, frustration

He strikes the ground with lightning

This breaks the hold on his mind

Yet the gate shuts as fast

Half remembered thoughts lost

He stands, supported by the rock

As the sea rages towards his fragile mind

His magic could not sustain

The beauty of his dream

Kingdoms made; round table broken

His love vanished with magic stolen

The golden bow with arrows spent

Lies in his hand, its target long forgotten

His mind will not recall the legend

that he made…

©anitadawes 2020

Only The Light… #Writephoto ~ Lambent

Thursday photo prompt: Lambent #writephoto

 

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Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a ray of light piercing the heavy clouds above a silky body of water bordered by dark hills.

 

Only the light

I often wonder if I am truly

conscious of the world around me

Dark billowing clouds, pierced by spiralling light

My mind invites much darker thoughts

The clouds seem to pale by them

What lives behind the cloak of darkness?

Ever moving, changing depth and colour

Something alive within, something I cannot know

Goosebumps on my skin tell me I don’t want to

Like a cat ever curious

The dark hills cradling the silky water

Invite me to look

Maybe what lies behind will excite your mind

Help you to forget the dark thoughts

I concentrate on the light

I see a heavenly body with a winged helmet

I hear her voice, ‘Take courage child

Not all are evil when the clouds grow dark…’

©anitadawes 2020