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.
A beautiful poem on nature and its charisma in our mind. Straight from the heart it has a great flow. Thanks for dropping such beautiful piece.
Was some walked, one of great fears; nonetheless, you've escaped! Thanks for sharing, Briony!
Beautiful imagery, felt like I was walking through that mountain pass alongside of you! The picture you painted as you walked filled my mind with your scenic depiction. Calming and quiet rhythm flowing evenly throughout your poem, very soothing to the mind. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Briony. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks