The Fog is Rising

Another poem.

Mechanical creaks,

Elderly joints,

Sweeping clean o’ matted slate.

 

Tentative steps,

Quiet remorse,

Hurry up, on through the gate!

 

The fog is rising!

I must go!

And let all I’ve known to dust!

But the fog is rising,

And trumpets call,

So into the fog I must go.

 

Dripping wax,

Blighted candle,

Hush! flickers the light.

 

Lying back,

Close your eyes,

Come, let leave of the fight.

 

The fog is rising!

I must go!

And let cardinal mysteries lie unsolved!

But the fog is rising,

And trumpets call,

So into the fog I must go.

Author's Note

I got this idea from my brother, who got a homework assignment involving him writing a poem with these words: cardinal, elderly, sweeping, wax, light, mysteries, and fog. I wanted to give it a try... this is what resulted. Enjoy!

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

I love this. I have created poems as well from a group of given words and it is a lot of fun to do. I really liked the images of the fog rising and the trumpets calling. This was a very energetic piece.
Nice work.

[Alice Locke]

Thanks!