Morning Porridge

Noveyre

Dreamily, the dale is filling 

with moonlit water off the ridge 

melting cold stone to silt

and 

sounds the kettle for the porridge; 

  

The vale's village is waking up, 

muttering their good mornings 

and fumbling with their shutters shut 

to greet the sun in opening. 

 

Orange light dilutes the clouds, a dress

is donned by vermeil dawn  

which paints daybreak a pretty mess 

and the dale in wonder, yawns yet less 

 

Wakefully, the dale is filling- 

with sunlit water off the ridge 

pouring down to kettle spouts 

into the morning porridge.

 

 

 

  • Author: Noveyre (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 6th, 2018 13:42
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Netashi

    Very nice poem, very detailed and felt calming. I think the morning is the best time of day but I've been growing fond of the night recently. Keep up the good writing.
    -Theta



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