The Inkwell#writephoto #veiled
Up on the hillside, who is that
hiding up in those misty hills
are we being over looked
by giant’s giving us chills ?
for out there in the distance
characters standing still
leaving us nothing but shadows
only caught by pencil or quill
Salford, 19th January 2020
#weather #fog
Christmas and New Year is over, but winters still here
A patchwork of heavy cloud, lies low – hiding church spires
Until it lifts – it’s difficult to get anywhere
Gravitating over roads and field alike
Hard to make out the silhouettes in the Pea Soup
The landmarks fizzle out the further they’re away
17th June 2019
#fowc #mist
The morning light falls
through fallen marshmallow
difficult to look through
just by looking
lights dipped low
as it slowly whirls around
noting the man in the reflective orange
encouraging you to slow down
familiar landmarks
obscured in the vapour
gravitate closer as you get near
greater fear – the mist gets denser – when
you find yourself chasing shapes
10th January 2019
I could say mother natures been cooking,
but she’s obscured my view
I can barely see, what’s in front of me
never mind a metre or two
And the pea soup – its a moving
as it follows the warmth of the ground
its making pretty whirls and swirls
as it moves around
And its not easy when your commuting
from museum to back to home
as the fog falls on down, it makes you frown
as you might just be looking through foam!
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#Lost #Fog #Picture #Disappeared #Vanished
they went for a wonder
through a familiar place
when the fog lifted later
of explorers – no trace
The local constabulary
puzzled like all
to Scotland Yard
they made a call
The dogs let loose
as the yards crack squad
examined each footprint
the missing had trod
but like their colleagues – at the end of the day
the inspector concluded – they’d been whisked away
with no more evidence – he said “Call off the dogs….
these poor souls have been taken by the fog!”
where did he go ?
that master of the air
flying his plane without a care
he drifted his wings out into the fog
over the plains and the wet soggy bogs
and the plane spotters radioed out to the skies
hoping his plane would return in surprise
but over the radio the controller was in tears
our master aviator …in the skies….disappeared!
<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/foggy/”>Foggy</a>
For years it’s been a clarion call,
Over the hills and valleys it falls
Greeting us all, with the message
Get yourselves ready, winters on its way!
you may ignore the creeping fog…but the leaves have already fallen
a cold morning on a Salford autumn day
the vapour gathering round lampposts
neon attempts in vain to cut through
roads deserted for miles
dipped headlights order of the day
yet no ones on the road
school patrols in day glo uniform stand lonesome
all football ⚽️ matches in the schoolyard called as score draws
as the fog lingers till home time … can’t see the ball.
In the cold light of day
you could break off the mist
and eat it all up
Say that its biting
it keeps things fresh
not frosty at all
Just cold enough
to take the heat off
and highten tastebuds
Escaping a Salford Subway
Carrying call of the person rebounds
Hopping around the chamber – to and fro
On its way to the other exit
Ears pick up what seems like a choir
Cacophony travelling down towards the ear
Happily, sending the message
Or fading away into the distance
Each word bounces around as the
Call travels down the tunnel
Hastily , it makes its way to be heard
Or disappear, into the fog
