The Angel of Dilly Moor
By Ossy Gobbiner
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The Angel of Dilly Moor
The moor stands hushed, motionless, unnoticed
Mist gathers then touches gentle upon my weary skin
Blackened shale tiptoes downwards from distant echoes
Unspoken stranger emerges ghostlike from within
Sounds of children’s whimpers clamber from the shrouded valley floor
Provide such unpleasant distraction upon my innocent ear
She smiles as though she knows of me
Uneasily I whisper. What brought you here?
No wings no halo or robes of golden reflection does she wear
No trumpets or belt of gold wrap around her linen covered waist
A simple woman stands upon the path with me
What reward or celestial message does she bear?
Her eyes search deep, deep to the furthest depths of my soul
She remains silent, no need to explain why she is here
The children’s now fading whimpers focus her gaze
Time, time to gather in the missing flock below
As the mist retreats her golden shadow wing like flutters
She turns to guide them, to protect, to find their wings
Three feathers now drift, silent within the turquoise hue
Will I meet her again? I know not of such things
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Really evocative of place and
Really evocative of place and mood. I felt that sometimes the rhythm was a bit uncertain - when I read it aloud there were a few syllables that jarred eg 'Sounds of children's whimpers clamber...'. I wondered if you could manage without the 'clamber' or, if you wish to keep that very strong image, possibly rearrange the line a little - for me, the images were lost when my attention was snagged by the words. But poetry is so subjective. It's a thought provoking piece.
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