Misty River (Pictures)

[Karen]

Only wraiths exist lurking in the early morning fog
Ghosts of past lives and past regrets hover
Just beyond our ken, our grasp
Eyes strain to pick out anything solid
But only immediate branches and trees
Guard the mystery beyond arm's length
And menace anyone who dares approach
"Nothing is real," they whisper, with a clicking of branches
"Danger beyond, retreat
Lest those that lurk within
Devour you whole
As they have the world beyond the hedgerow ...."

[Freckles]

Beautiful, as always. Especially liked the mirrored reflections in #8 and 9.

[Kirsten]

Thank you everyone.

Wow, Karen, such a great poem; once again, you found beautiful words to capture the mood of that place!

Freckles, those are my favourites also. :-)

[redbird]

Your photo's are beautiful and wonderful as usual.

[Karen]

Dew highlights every strand
Of the spider's intricately woven web
Giving more substance to the trap
Making it sparkle like strings of jewels
In the early morning light

The silhouettes of seedpods and stems
Like cast iron work from an Art Nouveau era
Appear more substantial, in death
And more permanent and strong
Stalwart against this mist
Like the bones of a long burned out ruin

Hold your breath
Do not disturb
The worshipful silence of
A misty grey morning
And the cathedral hush of
Undisturbed air

Fix it in your mind's eye
Engrave upon your memory
This moment in time
And back quietly away

[Alysser]

These are beautiful, yet somewhat eerie....love them.

[Karen]

Islands float on still water
Reflection almost as real as the land
Distant shores are lost in the mist
And one can see quite clearly
How legends of islands floating in the sky
Above distant lands, in hidden valleys
Came to be told
And of the naiads and water nymphs
Pixies and spirits that seem to float
Just out of the mind's eye
In the space between reality and the fog
Intangible but if you are quiet
You'll hear them whisper of treasures to be found
Beneath this still surface