*I’ve played around with the following poem for a while now, debating whether to put it up or not? The last couple of verses were just added today, the rest some weeks ago. I hope that you like it. Caspar David Friedrich (1774-1840) Wanderer above the Sea of Fog painted 1818 I stand alone in the
mountains
Looking at the
emptiness
Thinking on all
that went before
The mists swirl
forming shapes
Of ghostly figures who
disperse and form again
The mist a living
entity
Cries and screams
are heard
Shouts above the
clashes of swords and shields
A battle of long ago
played out before me
One passes through
my body
A shiver runs through
my soul
The hairs on the back
of my neck on end
And then it
stops
The ghostly figures
becoming mist again
Still and silent
where not a thing stirs
The unnatural silence
more disturbing somehow
Yet claustrophobic too
I turn to leave
The foggy lifeforms
reaching out once again
Trying to take me
with them
To eternal damnation,
sorrow and pain
I run from that
place
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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