Moorland lurks in my soul
skies that bleed rain, seep mist
slant slopes that yearn for sunlight in winter
twilight danger as sharp branched trees close in
a dance with the lowering sky
someone once said it was my altar
my shadow a church spire across bog
Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond
So atmospheric! I like it very much. We’re watching the remake of All Creatures Great and Small – reminds me of that landscape.
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Where I live is a very similar landscape 😊
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the shadow of an altar – a touch of a similar movement into and from that which is more real than real. Also reminds me of my 6 years living in and not romanticising rural North Wales. Thank you for another beautiful poem.
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Thank you Barbara. Wales has been our go-to for short breaks during this pandemic. Luckily we live just below the Hampshire Downs so there are local hills to savour.
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Fine atmospheric description
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Thanks Derrick
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What a beautiful poem. Your “skies that bleed rain, seep mist” could be describing the Oregon around me as I read your marvelous description of a beautiful sounding place. Thank you, as always, for your observations and poetic voice.
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Thank you very much Bjorn. Your kind comments are much appreciated.
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