Pea-Souper, it is such a wonderful,
phrase,
To describe a fog that somehow conveys,
A frisson of fear, of impending doom,
Of cold and damp, of Victorian gloom.
The air is chill and full of vapour,
You look at objects as if through tracing paper.
It’s like donning a thick, wooly winter glove,
The landscape feels like it’s slipped with a subtle shove,
It’s as if the world is at one remove,
And it’s silent and dead and needs to prove
That there is life underneath that gossamer smoke,
That objects will emerge from under that cloak.
That the sun needs to burst through the dulling haze,
And tarnish the world with a colourful glaze.
Pea-Souper
20 Thursday Mar 2014
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Great visuals to amplify the name…
Love it!
Thank you
Super! And ditto Roy: great image!
Thank you Alessa
I think this is one of my favorites of yours, Caro! Such wonderful imagery in your writing.
Thanks for the compliment Suerae
Well, I learned something to day…thank you!
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