Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: fog
NaPoWriMo Day 18: Fog
Fog framed journey home Why does it look like walls Cutting us off From the moor From the night From the sight Of coming home Maybe we should be grateful Maybe not.
The Mist
Swirling shroud A watery veil Like tired eyes; A crazed wail Cracks through the cloud Of foggy fear The eyes alive As shapes appear Looming, lunging Awkwardly Towards a shuddering Effigy Of something that used To be alive Now lost in the mist Struggling… Continue Reading “The Mist”
Mabh Savage 