*
Vapour rises and forms strange figures
Behold how they sway and shift
The sun vanishes in a miasma
And a sudden chill rustles black branches
Reaching towards the sky
*
Bewildering forms spin and shift
Lulling you into a trance
Murky and obscure
*
Don’t lose your way and
Wander into the unknown
*
There is no danger
But the haze conceals
Mysterious trails
That lead nowhere
*
© HMH, 2022
HI Hanne,
As is my way, I waited a while and reread this. The first impression was stronger! I was there, feeling the mists. Your poems are so magical. I love how the cadence shifts unexpectedly at times–in this poem it sort of felt like I was being pulled around with the mists. Just loved it!
Am so happy to hear your impressions, Debi! It is always so reassuring to know that I’ve made the impression I set out to do.
Hi Hanne,
Well, you’ve seen where my poems go (the Riddle Tree) so all I could do was either be jealous (ok, a teeny bit) or enjoy your creations. I chose the latter! I’m furiously working on Summerbird’s Quest, so all can read the wonderful Riddle Tree riddle. I have three alpha readers, but only one is actively returning any comments, so this might drag out a bit longer. People!
Oh, Debi! Don’t be jealous. . .
You have so much to share with your readers (and I’m one of them) I’m sure that Summerbird’s Quest will be full of fantasy poetry — and that’s what you do best. I’m certain that your alpha readers will help you to bring Summerbird to shine!