by grimbeau

Night never rose today

Seal grey fog stayed leaden stable.

No substance makes no shadow.

Dank medieval fenland

Hereward awoke querulous

looked out and went back to bed.

All was wail and screech in the marsh,

water-coloured pitch dispersed

left smudges on  green mantles

invisible coded inkstains

lit by enfeebled

disconsolate torch fires

floodlit groaning Ely

hill fort candlemas