Mist

David J Ford Uncategorized 2019-02-012019-01-31 1 Minute

The mist moves ’round like circling wolves.
They prowl just beyond sight.
The edge of thought holds them at bay.
I feel them still through this grey light.

The mist hangs heavy, pressing down.
A weight so light to bear.
Sound, dull yet sharp, comes from beyond.
Unreal and strange in this dank air.

The flock, close by, stand, in mixed greys.
Their forms nought but vague mounds.
Are they real or ghostly earth,
Living just in my minds bounds.

Published by David J Ford

Living Life On The Edge - of England. Almost falling off into Scotland one way and into The Irish Sea the other way. View all posts by David J Ford

Published 2019-02-012019-01-31

5 thoughts on “Mist”

Kate says:

2019-02-03 at 22:12

So evocative! I love the comparison of the mist to the wolves and also the last line.

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1. postaldeliveries says:
  
  2019-02-03 at 23:56
  
  Thanks Kate!
  
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mary says:

2019-02-11 at 19:37

we have been having mist that surrounds like wolves, i had not thought of that till i wandered through you thoughts here…..i really like the image that briTake Care…You Matter…
Blessings
maryrose

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1. postaldeliveries says:
  
  2019-02-11 at 21:42
  
  Thanks for reading Mary.
  
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  1. mary says:
    
    2019-02-11 at 21:43
    
    it was my pleasure 🙂 You’re Welcome 🙂
    
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