The Fog

The morning fog,
Over the unseen hills
Wrapped in grey,
I inside a submerged
Comfort no noise
From inside my head.

The fog is moving,
Swirling around me
It kisses my face and
Blankets my fears,
I’m a soul in solitude.
You chill my bones,
With your grey fog blanket.

by Robin McNamara © 2019

Published by robinmcpoet

Robin McNamara is an Irish poet with over 90 poems published worldwide. A regular contributor to Poetry Ireland poetry prompts. UCD Library have a selection of his pandemic poems in their archives as a record of poems written during this period. Robin’s debut chapbook is to be published with Hedgehog Poetry Press in early 2021.

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