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Adders in abundance: phantom hounds that
raven through the watches of the night – the
Wilderness, possessing both, would
seem a place one should avoid.
Seldom told, the drama is not
widely known; but legendry is
long-lived – this story of a poacher
mastiff-tracked and torn, a link with
Roman occupation.
An old wives’ romance, of course,
thus discountable when sceptics,
safe abed with shuttered minds, will
not admit an occult world exists – refuse to
hear their spectral visitants give tongue.
From The Hounds of Cridmore and Other Isle of Wight Poems, a book of Mr Hudson’s poetry with many illustrations by Heather Cobb.
T. C. Hudson
© T. C. Hudson.
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