The Fog

By northernmoores

Sun, 04 Mar 2012
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Lorries lurch into view
like lumbering elephants
through the fog.

Sky
fields
fences
close in around dusty
brake lights
in that moment before fainting
when the world is blank.

As we snaked
fumeless cars
huddled
through a half remembered trail
trusting the road not to
toss us aside
like litter or
reject us like a limb.

I thought of the hitcher
I had passed in Leek.
high on the bank
teetering
drenched in beige
and a soft hat.

Evaporated now,
leaving only a thumbprint
on the mist.

Certificate U
Poem
Nature

Comments

Submitted by ScoZen on
Nice image. "...high on the bank teetering drenched in beige and a soft hat..." A Gloucestershire cheese roller perhaps?
ScoZen

Submitted by northernmoores on
Thanks for reading ... I like the insight into the possible profession of the mysterious hitcher, you've added a layer there! It would certainly add another dimension to the ending if it were 'evaporated now, leaving only a wedge of brie on the mist'.