Like dank & dreary ectoplasm, rolling through the hills,
Shapeshifters crawl valley floors, contorting all their skills.
A clear view scene becomes erased, its softened lines rubbed, blurry,
Each featured definition fades, as focus turns to furry.
Feel clinging mist and lifeless fog enrobing cool, bare skin,
Sense its dense breath stroking cheeks & dampening your chin.
Traipse betwixt the writhing forms, cascading through the gloom,
Where ghostly apparitions fade & tortured spirits bloom.
The veiled expanse of gaseous smog steers weird imagination,
Beyond the hanging, gothic curtain lies certain, vile damnation!
Know rabid creatures of the night await in opaque shadows,
And baying hounds snarl, viciously, demanding all tomorrows.
Be still the day of clarity, be swift the transformations,
Let curious vapour lift its veil from cloudy, dull formations.
Disperse grey ash of flameless fire, where smokey remnants flutter,
To see the Phoenix rise and clear this obscure, hazy clutter.
8th April 2019
Yesterday, the fog/mist didn’t lift at all..a really grey day! At times, it was very dense, but wasn’t quite so bad by the time I went for my walk in the afternoon. However, I love the mystical atmosphere created by mist & fog, especially walking in it..even if my imagination does run a bit wild!