The eerie beings sweeps over the pasture for dew,
And leaves the mares in hazy air concealed.The naked hooves so gently caress the meadow anew,
Such a motionless awe lies o’er the field.The oldest mare, a fair blue roan lifts up her head,
And in an airy voice she calls my name;Come close my friend, step out of there and leave your shed.
The fog moved on as I approached the dame.For hundreds of years you’ve engineered a darker truth;
The Spirit world is shy and shun from thee.Again I challenge you to fix your wisdom tooth,
Reclaim your former nature, live by the lea.The loss of light shone through the forest, so barren and cleft
The night embraced the land, just hope was left.
Writing 201
The fifth day’s assignment was prompted “fog” in the form of an “elegy” and to use the device “metaphor”.
Love the feeling of this shot. Beautiful.
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Thanks!
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I like the metaphor, “fix your wisdom tooth, reclaim your former nature”. It reminds me of the old advice, “do what you know”…
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Thanks I’m glad you liked that line, there’s so little time for each lesson here, but it’s fun to give it a try.
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Love this….beautiful:)
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Thanks 🙂
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So enjoying these posts!
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Kind of you, thanks 🙂
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Breathtaking poetry and photos.! So glad I was introduced to your site! I will be avidly reading your posts.
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Thank you so very much, you are welcome!
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Beautiful picture 🙂 They are very lovely horses!
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Thanks 🙂
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stunning prose & photo!
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Thank you, very kind of you!
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