a fist of fog
holds the ocean to open
moon-bright flowers
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This poem was written in response to March 7, 2018: Rainy Forest, another great prompt at Seeds and Sand. The prompt and poems can be read here. And, to finish, here’s Ennio Morricone –
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Ooh … fist of fog is very appropriate and it describes the strength/fragility of the place beautifully.
Gotta love the Morricone!
(Oh man, I made the same mistake with the reply button when replying here… sigh!).
Watching the video that fog really did look as solid as a fist at one point, and then it just let all the fingers open up and released the scene…
Lovely video btw 🙂