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I decided a while ago to start posting guest posts to my blog. After careful consideration of the submissions, I decided to let Will Moorfoot be my first guest.If you want one of your posts to be featured, simply follow this link or visit the Contact Me page on my blog.
The stubborn gale wailed in the swarthy twilight.
All around, the lush, autumn leaves were swept
Into elaborate complexions upon the dank, freezing air.
In the distance, growing closer by the minute,
A windswept, shivering traveller approaches;
Intent upon reaching the small settlement
Of Rynde by midnight.
The evergreen wood to the right doth moan
A loathsome sound as branches and leaves
Are knocked and wrenched in all directions,
The dark Confusion of the luminous Night.
Pausing for a moment or two,
That wanderer looks up at the furious moon
And its angelic, burning light, concealed half
From view by swirling, grey clouds of wrathish like,
Their hollow laughs and cackles are the wind.
“I do wonder.” That solitary man muses,
“Whether mortals such as myself,
Could find safe passage to that
Most divine orb and reach celestial height.”
For some time he stands there,
Pondering the possibility of flying.
Yet eventually the shrieking storm
And howling torrents renew with an increased
Spite and vigour. He hurries on, in time
He’ll reach his mortal goal of that fair dwelling
Of bricks and man,
But not his divine aspiration.
Pity, almost harsh that he should not see,
That way out across the fields and hills,
Feral and wild as Nature is,
There lies a stairwell. Glinting
Like the onyx or the beryl stone,
An ethereal gateway to heavens yonder.
If he had but strayed from his road,
It would have been his to ascend
And the starry heavens his for the taking.
Alas, all that mortal eyes do sight,
Is stony path from which we must not flight.
Bio: I’m sixteen years old and love running and surfing. I’m an aspiring writer currently at college and hoping to do philosophy at uni which will help me combine my passions of writing stories and objective knowledge.
You can follow Will’s blog by following this link http://constantinewrathings.wordpress.com/
If you like his poem, you should go to this link on Amazon and check out his collection: http://www.amazon.co.uk/collection-Romantic-poetry-W-A-Moorfoot-ebook/dp/B00K40LA7I/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1399191262&sr=8-1&keywords=W.A+Moorfoot
It’s “A collection of poetry inspired by the Romantic era of literature concerning itself with all manners of oddities from daemons to cats,” says Will.
Thank you, Will!
This post is to make you go back to that moment when you made the decision to start doing something new; when the reasons were lucid; when there was no doubt; and when you were overwhelmed by the essence and not yet stuck in the shallow routine. Think about this moment every time you’re having trouble carrying on. It will always rejuvenate your willpower.