“moonlight disappears down the hills
mountains vanish into fog
and i vanish into poetry.”
― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Morning Fog – Posted June 7, 2022
Reena – first in ✨
Arti & Stu
Don’t you be whining about this thin mist,
Well, let me tell you something,
A local mystery l spose,
… that drifts around these parts,
That goes to shows,
… there are things not discussed in open verse!
It all began one dank, dark, sorta misty morning,
Why l tell you, the lighten house it was hornin
All dang night,
To any who was fool enough to be out,
But it crept up on the shore,
Whatever it was,
…. and played sumpen up rotten…
…. before it was gorne!
Ol’ Hank was telling me,
… when l saw him the next day,
That it was honest to goodness gracious me cre-creepy!
What’s more, whatevar it was,
… waddn’t friendly!
Oh no, whatevar it was, took ol’ Hank’s dog!
It was a cre-creepy sumpen rotten morning fog!
Thank you to all that participated! I appreciate you! ✨