The Fog
written by: Robin McNamara
@robbiemac72
The morning fog,
Over the unseen hills
Wrapped in grey,
I inside a submerged
Comfort no noise
From inside my head.
The fog is moving,
Swirling around me
It kisses my face and
Blankets my fears,
I’m a soul in solitude.
You chill my bones,
With your grey fog blanket.
APRIL 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Robin McNamara is a widely published poet from Ireland. His debut pamphlet, Under a Mind’s Staircase was published with Hedgehog Poetry Press (2021). Nominated for the Pushcart Prize for ‘Apple Picking Season’ from Under a Mind’s Staircase.
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