The Landscape So Obscure Poem by Ernestine Northover

The Landscape So Obscure

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The mists that linger across the moor,
Drifting and swirling above the ground,
Are eerie as they travel around,
Making the landscape so obscure.

But as they rise up sleepy slow,
So gradually the world appears,
Taking away those phantasmic fears,
When recognising the place you know.

With this curtain spread wide, over the land,
Dense space is linked with soundless time,
The cloak released then starts to climb,
Raised up by God's almighty hand.

© Ernestine Northover

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Duncan Wyllie 19 February 2007

A poem full of authority and atmosphric beauty, Well done again darling Love duncan X

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jack russell 19 February 2007

Terrific job of the difficult abba rhythm, Ernestine. The beginning made me think of scenes from Sherlock Holmes, but then a more wordly feeling of comfort prevailed; all completed by a fitting crescendo. Best wishes :) jack.

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