Thanks Christina I did have fun writng this. my imagination was working
overtime. I live not far from Pendle hill and there is always a magic there
for me. The mist was creeping across the road from the moors when I was
driving home last night and there seemed a lot of children with witches hats
on probably, trick and treating I suppose.
I am going to rewrite the poem at some point er time in the future and agree
that at "secret places" sounds better. Bw Sally J
>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: Re: new sub Pointed hats
>Date: Sun, 31 Oct 2004 02:48:06 EST
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>A can feel the pleasure it must have been to write this, Sally.  Love  the
>first two lines and the grovelling mist.  I sort of want it to end at
>'secret
>places'.  What do you think?
>bw
>christina
>
>Pointed  hats
>
>There are too many pointed hats
>too many black hats reaching  for the stars.
>The almost full moon is asleep on a cloud
>and lights  shine where a twig broom
>made holes in the umbrella night.
>A grovelling  mist sweeps over the moors
>saunters like a crowd of ghosts
>across brown  leafed roads and twisted lanes.
>Pendle is awake, her spirit sisters  roam
>unleashed across shadowed grasses.
>Moonlit streams wake sleeping  fish and
>old owls stare wide eye, from hollowed trees.
>Black cats smile  from slated roofs
>creep from secret places.
>There is an age old mystery  seeping underfoot
>it clings with dewy frost on soggy soles
>Yawning from  the valley, a mystery of magic
>flashes like lightening, tingles rusted  gates
>strikes the tremble of this hallowed eve.
>
>
>Sally  James
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