art
Mist filled Mornings… #Poetry
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
Share this:
#Silent Sunday…
#Macro Monday…
Only The Light… #Writephoto ~ Lambent
Thursday photo prompt: Lambent #writephoto
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
Share this:
#FridayFlowers…
Frosty spikes… #MacroMonday…
#FridayFlowers…
