>Hello Sally,
This is a great read with many memorable phrases, I love the mist `grovelling´ and `sauntering like a crowd of ghosts´ and `the age-old mystery seeping underfoot´.
Best wishes, Mike
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> 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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