MAHDEN GLAS

MAHDEN GLAS

A Poem by Eagle Cruagh

MAHDEN  GLAS
 
World of frost in ropes
Mist hanging in shards
Breathing comes in gasps
No singing and no bards
 
Steaming barns are islands
Stoves a cherry red
Pull those blankets to the chin
Faces turning blue
 
Fog is a color all it`s own
Dreary palor of the dawn
Gray morning is our  
Mahden Glas !
 
---- Eagle Cruagh
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

© 2010 Eagle Cruagh


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register



Featured Review




Reviews

This is a descriptive and easy flowing poem. I love the description of fog.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This one was great
Your word choice made thies poem realy .. "foggy" and misty =)


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful! 'Breathing comes in gasps' is my favourite line... I can't find words to describe how awesome this poem is! Please keep on writing!

Posted 14 Years Ago

Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe
Flag Flag Writing


Stats

197 Views
4 Reviews
Rating
Shelved in 1 Library
Added on February 3, 2010
Last Updated on February 18, 2010

Author

Eagle Cruagh
Eagle Cruagh

CA



About
-------It is your mind---- that creates this world--- -----Buddha ----------------------- eaglecruagh.blogspot.com .. more..

Writing
[more writing]

Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..