Promptly 4 and 5

Mists

Mists

Africa does not waste its time with mist,
its sunwashed plains are seldom kissed,
precipitation saved for thunderstorms
and cloudbursts being the season’s norm.

And so I found the mists of northern shores
a mystical, mythical dream from literary lore,
a secret land of silent sight constricted
by guarded peace and softest grey restricted.

Inside this insubstantial world now shrunk
with distant ocean’s breath inhaled and drunk,
I find ancestral cause for celebration
and I, in mists, a certain affirmation.


Line count: 12
Rhymed aabb
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 46
Prompt: Mist.