I didn’t write a poem last week, as I was on holiday and the wifi available was terrible. I’m sorry about that. But I’m back now with a vengeance to write poetry, and blog of course.

This week’s poem is inspired by a book I’m reading at the moment, called ‘Jamaica Inn’ by Daphne Du Maurier. The book is eerie and mysterious, and a great tale, lit by the equally eerie nature of the moors surrounding the Inn. I’ve taken a few liberties I should say with the poem, and for one I don’t know the ending of the book – I hope it’s a fair and good one, but time will tell I’m sure.

I hope to write more poetry that has been inspired by my reading escapades. This is just the first. I hope you like it.

Lost on the Moors

I’ll tell you a tale 
And maybe it’s true
Of a girl who takes to the moors
And lights her way with the moon

Be careful of the bogs
She keeps to the high road
Climbing the Tors
Lest the cliff face erodes

The sky above is stark
Tinged with a gloomy tale
The wind whistles like birds
The clouds filling about like sails

There is trouble ahead
Gleaming bright in the dark
The girl trips and falls
And then awakes with the lark

The sun glistens on grass
The tufts billowing about
Pale flowers appearing
And ahead, lies a scout

Snow white hair, clear eyes,
And a pale face
The girl wonders who might
Wander alone in this place

But she whispers her thanks
To this stranger on the moors
And he offers her a ride
Her safety he ensures

And they traverse the cold ground
Tinged with frost thereabouts
A sight of home up ahead
The way appearing never in doubt

The girl is home once again
Though the home is dark and deranged
Let her find a safe harbour
Her escape is arranged.

Kate @ Kandid Chronicles x