A Great White Misty Fog Poem by Briony Nicholls

A great white misty fog
Engulfed us on Christmas Day
As I went on my annual ‘walk-about'
On the great holy day of escape

Greeting me at the mountain pass
Was a ghostly gauntlet of chimera swirling mists,
That suddenly started irradiating itself
Into a great incandescent white!

Driving an instant panic as I wondered
Whether I was in fact dying, or perhaps already dead!
So certain seemed this possibility
In the face of this great shimmering white intensity!

I continued down the mountain pass and
Was soon relieved of the impasse
By the sudden clear unfettered view of low lands:
A rainy clear drizzle was engulfing a serene sandy wet beach

A vast sea then opened up before me with
Little isolated black-spec swimmers tottering along its waves
A lonely cold bleak scene it was, to be sure,
Yet surreal and beautiful in its endless timelessness

An orange blustering speedboat passes by to break the spell
Enjoying the roughshod crashing of itself upon the waves!
Impatiently telling the lost and sentient
To shake themselves out of any strange unbegotten reverie.