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Pennine Rain
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England 
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Pennine Rain Raging torrents from Pennine hills, but still there's tranquil pools My eyes and mind there to reflect, and still the water cools And mirrored lakes the weirs produce, and whirlpools down below And waters deep, just like my love, and still the river flows And mallards their soft feathers preen, and fledglings still close by And graceful willows just drooping down, close by, a moorhen cry Beneath the shade I wondered why, the breeze she softly blew And whispers in the leaves above, each day our love just grew Then looking down from moors above, a glimpse of silver stream The scurrying of clouds above, like phantoms in my dream A sudden chill reminds me still, and shadows walking by To shed a tear, alone my fear, or just refuse to cry The rising gloom, in nature's room, no light to show the way A red sunset, its fingers glow, last ember of the day Wool on barbed wire, rain drench the fire, the ghosts in mist appear A silent place, mask on my face, just wipe away the tear. |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
I know the mist and rain that can come over low mountain ridges, I have felt it, and I feel it in this poem.. And nothing chills like mountain rain, except for, perhaps a love gone cold, remembered... "A sudden chill reminds me still"......."To shed a tear" Your poetry is excellent, Michel...I enjoy all you have posted. They have the delicious flavor, and the ability to take me to places like "Tintern " like Wordsworth does, as well as the places, and situations found in Coleridge poetry. You bring the beautiful scenery of emotional moments into the twenty first century, with modern language, and form.. Thank You for that...:-) "It is difficult |
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splashMeadow Junior Member
since 2011-06-09
Posts 20UK |
Reminds me of walking the bleak moors behind Hawarth and somehow the lanscape itself seems to take you back to memories of love left behind; maybe because it's so isolated and chilly and the wind makes your eyes water. I have often stood amongst the crags on the pennine hills (i can never remeber the name of the place though) overlooking Todmorden and marvelled at how tiny everything looks... when it's not too cloudy...just like your "glimpse of silver stream". Really enjoyed the poem! |
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