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A Poem by Hayden Chambers

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 existence

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

© 2021 Hayden Chambers

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Added on May 20, 2021
Last Updated on May 20, 2021


Hayden Chambers
Hayden Chambers

Northumberland, United Kingdom

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