Fog

Fog

A Poem by Beth Middleton
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I've tried to get this story down a few times in different formats as it was an occasion that really imprinted on my memory.

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The world seems faded, smudged somehow
The clouds on the skyline have been forced onto the page
In charcoal and ash from an amateur hand
Maybe I just can’t see it through the rain


The thud on the conservatory roof
The hum of the heavens pouring down
great torrents escape the gutter
and meander to unknown corners
beneath twig bridges
between stone
gone


I can’t feel it all.


It all seems too distant.
The wind feels a theory
the hail just a threat
The moon an illusion
All of it’s here
Maybe it’s me
that’s not


Entwined with the patter comes the thud of feet


I turn. -It’s him
Flowers in hand
Hopeful smile in place
I won’t take him back
Selfish. Horrid. Git
I tell him so
My face contorted in rage
He didn’t think me pretty when he chose her
Why should I try to impress him now?
I spit at him
Tell him to leave
and turn back to the window
      Where my tear drops mirror the dark skies
      Where here there is no deceit, no lies


It feels like I’ve been crying for years


And a son
Mistaken for a father
By a mother’s fading mind
Is left to wonder
Why the world was not more kind. 

© 2013 Beth Middleton


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I love your conversation.
It shows the crisis of real life.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I am in awe of the emotional imagery in this poem.


He didn’t think me pretty when he chose her
Why should I try to impress him now?
I spit at him
Tell him to leave
and turn back to the window
Where my tear drops mirror the dark skies
Where here there is no deceit, no lies

It feels like I’ve been crying for years

This really captures the pain and hurt that comes from such terrible circumstance as what is portrayed here. Especially the part of the sky with no deceit. I absolutely love this; keep writing! Some truly amazing work :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Exquisite language and imagery! You immediately involve your readers in the ritual of time.

Posted 10 Years Ago


"The thud on the conservatory roof
The hum of the heavens pouring down
great torrents escape the gutter."
Great, really descriptive and vivid. Technically nice too.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Beth Middleton
Beth Middleton

Bristol, South West, United Kingdom



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