Harriet James


A Mist Came Down the Mountain


A mist came down the mountain,
Aye it did, it did.

We slid into the water,
Safely hid, safely hid.

We swam to tell the Castle guard.
We did, aye, we did.

He shone the brightest lights on it
As he saw fit, saw fit.

And proudly it just stood there
Well lit, well lit.

Ready for eerie battle
With returning spirits, returning spirits.

Aye, ready for every battle
With the spirits that haunted it.

September 20,2012

Submitted: Friday, April 05, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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  • Alec Witthohn (4/5/2013 7:08:00 PM)

    I really like this, the title reminded me of my poem Cage Three. They're not exactly similar, but the form was great you can really do a lot in mere couplets, and your use of repetition. (Report) Reply

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