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Moorland Grave |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England 
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Moorland Grave A ghostly mist, a moorland dawn Too soon for sun to light the dale And on the barbs where wool once torn Could jackdaws silent tell a tale The lonely heights where peat abounds Secrets hidden in silent grave No cross to mark, the dark surrounds No calling card, a Jack or Knave And surely as the sun will rise Each shadow grows just reaching out Each afternoon the curlew cries Soon night will come there is no doubt And dark descends to hush the land And secret souls at stars will gaze And moorland stone then turns to sand And could my mind these thoughts erase. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
You have a certain way of writing that I admire. It is the rhyming, of course, but even better it is the subjects you write about that I find interesting. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Exquisite, Michael. Whispers of Heathcliffe territory and some of my favourite poets and novelists of the last century. I enjoy your poetry very much. Owl |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Whether I respond or not, I read all of your poetry and always enjoy it, Michael. Ida |
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Grinch Member Elite
since 2005-12-31
Posts 2929Whoville |
My thoughts turned to Saddleworth, a place that still invokes sadness in spite of the time that's passed.  |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Your poetry is not only impressive, it is tactile...I can feel the atmosphere of Moorland when I read this.. A murder methinks, and then the dumping of the body? Only the curlews know for sure. I can see Holmes and Watson trudging across the peat.. "What say you, Watson?....Don't know Holmes, Perhaps the poet that wrote about this knows more than he has written?" |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England |
poem was written on the train between Manchester and York. Correct Grinch, Saddlewoth moor, and there is a thought in there relating to the tragic circumstances of the 'Moors murders' 1963/65 and the poor boy keith Bennett whose body has never been found |
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