Moor Poems - Poems about Moor

These are modern English translations of ancient Middle English poems. The Maiden Lay in the Wilds circa the 14th century loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The maiden in the moor lay, in the moor lay; seven nights full, seven nights...Read the rest...

No harmful or irksome thoughts stir this mind to absolute madness, and away from annoying, frequent sounds: only peacefulness soothes irritated senses; I may fall asleep and dream in a state of false reality, letting the fanciest fantasy enter the...Read the rest...

A wintery sun slips under a flat horizon. No faraway lights to guide me, just this pitch-dark moor and a racing pulse. I was thinking too much or not enough, long walks can turn you into a cart horse hauling...Read the rest...

In the skull of the scuttle she comes to me between the stretches of a sunken moor it is not alone those deep set eyes shall guide me keeping safe from an unwanted storm...Read the rest...

in 1978 just trying to survive newly-released pumas numbering five attacked livestock in Cornwell terrorizing remote farms where cattle dwell labeled murderous beasts of Bodmin Moor devouring animals, this was no folklore pets released upon an unknowing countryside when these cats were...Read the rest...

Crossing the Pennines, rocky spine Of the country running North South, Following the motorway west From the Humber Estuary Mouth It always felt cloud bound whatever The weather or the time of day Stretching out on either side of England’s...Read the rest...

Well hi there this soft voice said As i walked in through my door. It only took me seconds to see It came from a puddle on the floor. It rippled and it writhed Seemed to sort...Read the rest...

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How to prune the heart? Echoing the rhythm of "Maqomat Ras". I trembled with childlike syntax. Monarchs and nobility operated under rules. Faith versus the truth. I put all my mental energy into this. I waddled towards the front door. I beg,...Read the rest...

Thirteen ladies dancing By Throckrington Moor’ Each movement stately Each movement sure. Stark against the sky Each single girl, Feet firmly planted, Arms all a whirl, Moves to the wind In a slow rhythmic way, Dancing consistently Whether night or day. Really only dancing ladies In...Read the rest...

Beyond the moor and mountain crest In valleys green and still Ten thousand times I've done my best And all about the idle hill. When first my way to fair I took Beneath the blue of day For willows in the...Read the rest...

On a tour across the Scottish highland moor, one summer noon I stopped by a grand Victorian house. Curious, I entered silently through the half-closed door, in the semi-dark room a pile of antiques I...Read the rest...

Back and forth on the blustery jut I rock my brain in its buoyant swell. The tang of crowberries and storm clouds sieved through wind and limestone, sheep’s piss and heather. Beneath the high rock, rock ravens spiral, peregrine swoop within...Read the rest...