Will o’ wisps dancing on the moors
I want to live there where it’s quiet
Day to night a slow transition
A ceremony every day
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Moonlight bathing us in silver
Like a blanket from the heavens
While the creatures wake from slumber
The nightly party of the fae
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But maybe it’s not sprites that keep us
Safe and nestled in our beds
But something much more ancient still
That lives and dwells upon the moors
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Starlight, starfall, they’ve seen it all
While living on the rock of ages.
Ancestors of light and dark
That dreamt upon this land before
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I’d be lying if I said this poem wasn’t initially inspired by the imagery in Bugsy Watts’s beautiful Top Story ✨ Enjoy this randomness!
About the Creator
Remembering the rink
If you were there, you’ll never forget it. For decades, Durham Ice Rink was at the heart of the city’s social life. From Friday night ice discos to crowds roaring on the Wasps every Sunday, not to mention a proud history of figure skating and speed skating, the riverside rink was the place to be.
By Andy Potts7 days ago in Art
Comments (2)
This was so beautifully especially the last stanza! That was my favourite! Loved your poem!
The beauty of the moors always makes me think of "An American Werewolf in London" & "Hound of the Baskervilles".