Death on the Moor: A poem by S D Wickett

Death on the Moor is a poem recently written by Bournbrook’s S D Wickett, and can be read below. For more of his poems, follow him on his Substack, Instagram account @songsofafoggedmind_ and Twitter account @essdeewickett.

Death on the Moor

Sanguine sheets out to the wind;

The finished remains of wasted time,

and wasted breath.

What more to do;

'xcept pray and rue,

Send letters to the sky,

And cry for sudden death.

And yet, there's something,

quiet and pure,

About a lostling in the moor.

For death can bring such comfort,

In the minds of thinkers twee.

Philosophers; those lost and hurt

In mourning robes of black.

Though there is something in the night;

That spares a fright,

And paints an empty scene.

That what the eyes don't see,

The heart shall never grieve.