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The Bog

Over the hills of foam
Beneath a titan moon,
I hear that ghostly tune
In the gloam.

Then down the steep ravine,
Into the night black cave,
There where shadows lave
Things unseen.

Out of the misty fen
Hard by the swamp oaks’ side
Above the cattails ride
No mortal men.

Under the fallen log
Down deep within the peat,
It rises now to greet
Me from the bog!

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  • Amera gold member
    May 1

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    I love the structure here. This made me read each quatrain quickly and stop at the fourth line and that made the image sink in. Impressive!

    Love,
    Amera♥


  • Ithica silver member
    April 30

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    Yea! Back to the ghost stories... Pretty soon you have me so scared I'll never leave my house again... that is unless I find out it is haunted too!!! Loved it!!! This reminds me of those bogs where they found bodies that were almost fully preserved?? I can't remember where though???


  • no win no fee
    April 30
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    You can even make a bog sound good. x