The landscape merges into off-whiteness.
People and cars
quickly dissolve, vision is lost.
Metamorphosis of the World
into vapour.
Disorientation of the senses.
Sounds muffled, clammy dampness:
morning could be
evening's gathering dusk.
Spiderwebs on evergreen hedges
hung heavy
with fog dew, becoming gateways
to the Underworld,
where I slip between glistening spokes
into never ending twilight...
Ygraine,
ReplyDeleteI was just shutting off my laptop before heading to the park with Rose but then I saw your post and had to come by and leave a comment.
I love this poem, beautifully written.
And the photo is wonderful.
Happy first day of spring to you.
xxx
Oh thank you so much, Margie.
DeleteI am amazed it has posted at all...my connection is atrocious today!
Happy spring to you too...
Hugs xxx
Forget to mention, I see you posted this on Monday but it just showed up in my reader, strange!
ReplyDeleteI think I am missing a lot of posts in my reader.
Oh well ...
Not sure what is going on, Margie...I only posted this afternoon!
DeleteThe dates are often mixed up :/
This is magical, Ygraine...so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love reading your talented way with words~
Hugs,
xoxoxo
Oh you are so kind, Jan!
DeleteThank you so much...
Hugs xxx
I see the genes of those famous poets like that of William Wordsworth or John Keats or T.S Eliot living in you. This is not fabrication.
ReplyDeleteYou write poems so well and expresses the readers what you see inside. I like it dear Ms. Ygraine. Keep writing.
Oh Dumcho...you do me such honour...I could never even hope to emulate those greatest of poets...but I will never stop trying!
ReplyDeleteThank you so, so, much...:)
a bit surreal on first read...fog will do that...it adds so much mystery to life....taking away what we know is there but...the dew on the webs can be quite magical as well...oo i wanna follow down the hole....smiles.
ReplyDeleteHa...that is exactly how I felt when I first noticed this amazing web!
DeleteIt just seemed so Otherworldly...:)
What a beautiful way to slip into the underground. You make it sound magical!
ReplyDeletePerhaps...if we imagine hard enough...we may just make it there...*smiles*
DeleteLove the photo and it fits perfectly with the last line of your poem. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
Many thanks, Cuban.
DeleteThis fabulous web truly caught my imagination! :)
Hope you are having a good weekend :)
You put into words a wonderful early morning stroll lush with remembered fantasy of similar adventures into a private world almost forgotten.
ReplyDeleteHaha...I do remember morning strolls to school in the fog. I had to travel a very long path between two hedges and the spider webs, hung heavy with fog, were draped across in front of me.
DeleteI was absolutely terrified, so used to wait for some (much braver than me) boys to go on ahead and clear the way for me!
Such a coward!! *smiles*
So mysterious and magical! Love this poem! The picture is beautiful! Hugs ;o)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Stacy!
DeleteI really appreciate that...:)
Hugs xxx
It is magical Ygraine I was drawned in and the photo is exquisite, x
ReplyDeleteOh I'd love to have the courage to pass within, Lorraine...if imagination could only hold on long enough...:)
DeleteThank you, Sweetie xxx
You've captured so well the gateway!
ReplyDeleteMany thanks, TUG...now all I need is that courage to pass within...:)
DeleteOhhhh, fabulous weaving here dear lady! As a child I was concerned that on a foggy morning everything simply disappeared into nothingness :) then mysteriously reappeared again from nowhere and I wondered where nowhere was, it really bothered me for some time :) now I know :)
ReplyDeleteHaha...me too, Rose!
ReplyDeleteI used to think I had strayed into Neverland when it was foggy...only I couldn't understand why I was unable to find Peter Pan...I would have so loved to learn to fly with him!!
Many thanks...:)
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ReplyDeleteYou have described the mystery mist brings so well!
ReplyDeleteI love everything in your poem except...."people and cars", but since they have disappeared, it's ok; they would have spoiled the magic of your words.
Spiderwebs, aaaah..., I've shot hundreds of them and the one in your pic is the most perfect one I've ever seen, thanks!
I could see you like a modern Alice discovering a new and better Wonderland beyond those glistening gateways.
A hug.
(I miss some mist in the image)