In Smoky Mist

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #365

Words:  smokes, howls, through, green, rolls, never, hide, tongues, mean, stare, mysteries, mist

In smoky mist,
mysterious howls,
never before heard, echo
the canyon.
What can they mean?
I stare where green
rolling hills are visible
by day. Who is hiding
out there? Tongues
of flame peter out. Time
to leave my campsite,
and make my way home
on shaky legs, and backward

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to In Smoky Mist

  1. Suzanne says:

    That sounds like a creepy experience. I’d be getting out of there on shaky legs too.


  2. annell4 says:

    I like those “backwards glances.”


  3. mhmp77 says:


    make my way home
    on shaky legs, and backward

    Best to play it safe. One can never tell when luck freaks out!



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