Slow MotionMist, not fog, distorts
the light, muzzles sounds,
warps shapes to forms
from fairy tales, silhouettes
that waver in the dim, damp
air, cold as ghosts that haunt
our dreams. Mist rolls in, blurs
thought, hikes fears, contorts
water into an insubstantial
mirror, pale, not quite blue,
shrouded and dead flat.


Daily prompt: Fog

Image: Eric W├╝stenhagen on Flickr

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