Giant resting gravestones
Anchored in the setting sun,
The fells slumber on.
A tin drum moon
Awakens them to the sharp,
Sweet, night.
Rising,
rumbling,
cloaked in the evening stars,
They survey the land,
And stake their claim.
Meet the Poet
Helen Openshaw is a Drama and English teacher, from Cumbria, England. She enjoys writing poetry and plays and inspiring her students to write. Helen has had a short monologue commissioned by Knock and Nash productions. Recently published and upcoming poetry work in Words and Whispers magazine, Green Ink Poetry magazine, The Madrigal, Unfortunately, literary magazine, Boats against the current, Forge Zine, Moist poetry, and The Dirigible Balloon magazine. Twitter – @Pocket_rhyme
