Scorn

I was told that a writer needs moors
a place to go for inspiration
someplace with history, perhaps death.
That same person provided the inspiration
and the death of bits of my soul.
She is my moor, she is my cold wind
as romantic as she is desolate.
I don't need fog, I have her scorn.

Reviews

[Tracie Skarbo]

wow...I like the image this gives...I have an image of a woman in a long flowing gown at the end of a wooden dock on a lake...surrounded by mist. This is sad and slightly spooky in a way...nicely done.