I dream of Exmoor

Clouds hug these high hills
And sheep bleat for lost lambs
Deer flitter through the stone ruin
Wild ponies drink at the bright stream
I long for Exmoor

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

 

This ia a ‘Tanka’ poem, written at the suggestion of Rebecca Cuningham at fakeflamenco.com

https://fakeflamenco.com/2020/06/16/tanka-contest-winners-ganadores-del-concurso-tanka/comment-page-1/#comment-3975

Rebecca has proved a Spanish translation:

Nubes se abrazan los cierros
Ovejas llaman por sus ovejitas desviadas
Venado corre por la neblina
Potros silvestres beben de un arroyo luminoso
Echo de menos Exmoor

 

12 thoughts on “I dream of Exmoor

  1. Thanks for the repost of the contest and my Spanish translation of your poem. Sorry I couldn’t manage to make it a tanka as well but with all the beautiful details I wanted to capture each one. Rebecca

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