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D A Simpson

D A Simpson lives in East Devon, a small coastal town in the United Kingdom. With beautiful beaches, fields, forests, seas, rivers and lakes, and tall cliffs and rolling hills, the town is known as an area of outstanding natural beauty. Situated near the Dartmoor National Park, the town has many a granite tor. It is from walking and jogging in this part of the world that Simpson derives inspiration for poetic musings.

Torrid Turbulence

A torrid turbulence beset the evening
As mists swirled and leaves blew amok one cold night
While fearsome frosts gathered at the edge of the kingdom
Their assault by stealth to commence
Slowly forth by degrees they did creep
Under the cloak of darkness when all were abed

Stilled Waters, Serene Scene

The waters of the seas are stilled
And the serene moon
Casts its benign regard
Over the placid scene below
Dispensing blandishments
Upon the seascape entire

The Crashing of the Waves

The crashing of the waves
Pummels the sandy beach
And blasts the granite rocks
As the spray swamps the realm

From the Kingdom of Ice

As the brute winds merciless
Like a vast river at the realm do rush
For to pick off the feeble and the despairing
As trees and fences fall at the opening salvo
With faces blanched and by much dread afflicted
As to the ground from whence they came
They now far too soon do return
Beneath the impassive regard of the opal moon

An Endless Eternity and Flames of Crimson

An endless eternity of stars
Blanketed the lofty canopy celestial
Far into unseen mystery
Where swirling lights
A’simmer in a sea of indigo
Washed across the cosmos entire
And vanished into an infinity of glistering dust

Dawn and the Signature of Sunset

As the hour of dawn
Ever more imminent did draw
The lofty celestial expanse
Eschewed the tired robes of night
And discarded the redundant attire

The Brooding Sky

The brooding sky harried the realm
It glowered beneath an angry brow
Through narrowed eyes
Glistering with intentionally unconcealed rage
Tinged with the betrayal
Of a fleeting mocking delight
At the discomfitted souls below

There Was a Recent Day

There was a recent day
Cloaked in drab attire from a cheerless chamber
Where hung robes of mundanity
It was a time of dullness in both character and appearance
A portrait in monotony, a study in languor
The very antithesis of recklessness
Devoid of a penchant for abandon

Treetops Crowned in Glory

Treetops crowned in glory and gold
Basked in the late afternoon sun
As the great day star
Pierced the glowing firmament
Of an autumnal idyll
With golden shards
That into fragments a’myriad
Did a’shatter
Dappled lights a’many

In the Earthly Realms

In the earthly realms
‘Neath the vast firmament
Of mountains and valleys and fields
Forests and rivers and oceans
There mingle mists and shadows
That from aeons and ages past
Ever have all creatures intrigued
In some much fear evoking
While others have seamlessly enticed gladly been
Into the myriad swirls and mysteries