Across The Moor

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Cover image: pixabay.com.

Across The Moor

 

They say a beast is roaming free,

ranging across the moor,

they do not understand at all,

cannot know the score.

 

This beast has been enchanted,

for once he was a man,

my betrothed, my ever-more

before this all began.

 

They are out here hunting

with hounds baying for blood;

just to think about it

brings tears that my eyes flood.

 

He used to love my singing

so I’d not pause, did not think twice,

I’ve driven out with my guitar

in hopes that I’ll entice

 

him to come close, listening,

and while he’s still en-rapt

I’ll bind him up with this thick rope

before he knows he’s trapped.

 

The headlights join with moonshine,

to illuminate the scene

but there is not a sign that here

he has ever been.

 

I sing until my voice goes hoarse,

my throat becomes too sore,

a distant bark the only sound

that cuts across this moor.

 

I wait throughout the darkness

but of him there’s been no sight,

I’ll concede defeat today

but I’ll be back tonight.

 

 


Submitted: November 02, 2020

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Mike S.

A fine poemer, Hull

Mon, November 2nd, 2020 8:02pm

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Thanks so much, Mike.

Tue, November 10th, 2020 6:08am

Craig Davison

I like the imagery in this one too, Hallabaloo22, and your ideas about sining to calm, entice and save the beast. Maybe love evolves into a beast of sorts with time - but I won't read too much into it. It's just a thought. Cheers, Craig.

Mon, November 2nd, 2020 11:20pm

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Yeah, it didn't really have any great personal meaning. Perhaps inspired a bit by 'Beauty and the Beast' but mostly it was inspired by the picture.
Thanks, Craig.

Sun, November 8th, 2020 6:53am

88 fingers

Hounds of the Baskerville comes to mind. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson slogging through the moors on a drizzly night. Very good poem. Felt a chill as I read it.

Tue, November 3rd, 2020 4:41am

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Thanks so much for that, 88. It's really appreciated.

Sun, November 8th, 2020 6:52am

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