Identity Unknown
Something unexpected on the shore
Be it night or day
You wail your song
A song not often heard
In fields near by
Reminds one of bells that ring
In different series
Soft and loud
Later you might find
You hum along
A series of rings
Heard in the fog
Someone asked did you see him
And the answer is no
I didn’t see him
Have no idea what he wore
But from his foot prints
I would say… probably
A pair of yellow boots
His feet were “long”
We were afraid
When we heard his rings
Ran away from the shore
Ran all the way home
October 25, 2018
8 comments:
I love the idea of a song not often heard and a series of rings heard in the fog. We are enjoying much fog here these days. I love the eerie feeling of the shore in fog.
Wow Annell, I love how you layered in the the imagery and music. This one sings! Viva la and thanks for posting to the Out of Standard!.
As children we would look and poke and chase things we had never seen before but something new was a different story. We had to assess its pros and cons; if it was alive would it bite?; if it was dead who would be game to poke it first it did not stink?! (I am going back 70 years or more now)
Beware!!
Run, children, run!!!
It might bite!
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I like the mysterious title, Annell, the wail of the song and finding yourself singing along - that's eerie!
Kim for the life of me, I could not find your poem? Thanks for your comment.
For some reason yellow wellies scares me.
Love the yellow boots and the wail of the song.
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