A train's whistle muffled in the mist
as shady figures faded from my sight
so like a chicken without a head
I fumbled around with turn and twist
What sane person would walk in dense fog
like taking a stroll down a dark shady lane
or a thick forest with no trails
without the assistance of a guide dog?
No! I'm not superstitious at all
but could list more than a hundred things
playing this game has no grain of sense
Gravity; on my face I'll surely fall!
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The opening lines are so atmospheric - we have a small steam railway not far from here and sometimes I go for a walk along the track with a friend and her dog - I love the sound of the whistle, especially in mist and fog! The alliteration of 'muffled in the mist' is very effective, too.
ReplyDeleteI agree you've painted a really atmospheric poem
ReplyDeleteIncredibly imagery in this one, Robin!
ReplyDeleteA foggy railway station - a classic imagine of mystery.
ReplyDeleteYou really created a fine atmosphere in this poem....I really could feel the feel the atmosphere of walking in the fog....and I hear the train whistle as it winds the bend in my imagination! Nice one, Robin.
ReplyDeleteA dangerous walk, my friend!
ReplyDeleteI could feel the fog as I tried to catch a glimpse of the figure walking in the danger zone.
ReplyDeleteThere is such mystery in this... I almost imagine this as a ghost train.
ReplyDeleteThe train, the fog, the forest with no trails.......very evocative. I can almost hear the train whistle.
ReplyDeleteYou took us there, into the mist and mystery. Great write!
ReplyDeleteLuv the mystery and the dare. Happy Sunday Robin
ReplyDeleteMuch💝love
The first line pulls you right in. Superstitious or not, after that image, one can't help but feel jumpy.
ReplyDeleteYou've set the scene beautifully. Some really stunning writing in this.
ReplyDeleteScary and spooky!
ReplyDeletePainting with words; dynamic imagery. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteLovely mystery here.
ReplyDeleteI can remember as a child walking to church with my family. We entered a street and were immediately met with almost no visibility fog, which mysteriously disappeared as we exited the street at the other end. Very 'Outer Limits' feel about it...
Anna :o]
Well-chosen illustration and words that conjure clear images.
ReplyDeleteI hear the train whistle but can't see the train.
ReplyDeleteWhat sane person would walk in dense fog
ReplyDeletelike taking a stroll down a dark shady lane
It is a tragedy to be caught in such a situation.Often it is not of choice but on account of tough luck. God forbid!
Hank