Poem: 'Dartmoor' by Kay Irvin

Dartmoor

by Kay Irvin

A train from London will be here soon

Hooded coach drivers wait, station bound

Arriving passengers number few

Macabre yarns have spun about a hound

The foggy moors are unforgiving

For any wanderer left to night

The house beacon, on the hill, is far

Wailing wind sends ... like briars in flight

Now that dusk is upon us,... listen

'Tis christen louder than steeple bells

Dead of Winter approaches swiftly

As twin daggers, whose fangs slay noels

There is a curse that must be knotted

Moors to the doors of Baskerville Hall

Bloody crux too shall pass with ending

And ghastly landscapes will lastly call

The foggy moors are unforgiving

For any wanderer left to night

The house beacon, on the hill, is far

Wailing wind sends ... like briars in flight

~ For "The Hound of the Baskervilles"

by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

[a Sherlock Holmes/Dr. Watson mystery]

Set on Dartmoor, Devon, in England's West Country