No Sleep For Me.

poem by: Geoffrey Heath Price
Written on Dec 14, 2020 

No sleep for me
This autumnal night
A full moon shines
The stars are bright.
The wind sighs softly
At all the doors
Whilst my heart and head
Are lost to the moors.
       **********
“ Oh Charlotte, Charlotte,
Where is Emily now?
Does her spirit wander
On the moorland’s brow.?
Or is it contained 
In her dark, dank, tomb?
A prisoner for ever 
In death’s endless womb.?”

Geoffrey Heath Price.   2, 11. 1997.
written at Heather Cottage, Main St, Haworth. West Yorkshire.

 

Tags: Dark, Sad,

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Frank Hornby . commented on Dec 14, 2020 at 7:37pm
I can hear the wind howling across the moors.....I like it...👍🏻

 

 

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