12/04/2015

#poem #poetry #amwriting #sketchbook #moor #bear #bearmoor

today the moor is empty
the wind fills your hood
ripping it from your head
spitting speared rain

a single chimney smokes
breaking the damp
  - the monotony of brown -
bear brown rippling

the normal - comfortable -
takes on an air of menace
a gust that unbalances you
   - sees the moor encroach

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