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

I dream of the moors on days like today

Staring forlorn, through the relentless rain

Angry clouds like ancient rock formations

In colour and shape, lie heavily on the horizon



The valley fades into a hazy distortion

Uncertain now the lines between fields

Villages in the distance blurred out of existance

Rain a relentless marching army, merciless



Days like this bring out the melancholy

That uneasy, far-sick feeling in me

I should be on the moors

In this weather, atmospheric



I'm not picturing Heathcliff and Cathy

I don't want a star crossed Regency love

Instead I see the 80's, mullet and leather jacket

I see now, white shirt and jeans, soaked through



Heather and heartbreak

Transcending conventions

Beautiful surroundings and lost lovers

Riding, running, through the bracken



The land hidden in the mist of rain

Devoid of people in the downpour

We could be anything, he could be receptive

On the desolate moor in the rain

Submitted: May 20, 2021

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