What Lives In Fog?
Muffled voices, shuffled steps
echoes of the past,
sighs of softening snowmen
when the spring is here at last.
Counted sheep with cotton wool
frights with furry flippers,
softly sliding slip-on shoes and
fears in fluffy slippers.
Ghosts that linger longingly
ghouls that cling and glide,
tapping on the windowpane
but always stuck outside.
Held-in hiccups, otters’ coughs
half-remembered dreams,
drifting smoke and cloudy mirrors
nothing as it seems.
Moss, meringue and mashed potato
bubbles in a bog,
so many soft and secret things
that live inside the fog.
echoes of the past,
sighs of softening snowmen
when the spring is here at last.
Counted sheep with cotton wool
frights with furry flippers,
softly sliding slip-on shoes and
fears in fluffy slippers.
Ghosts that linger longingly
ghouls that cling and glide,
tapping on the windowpane
but always stuck outside.
Held-in hiccups, otters’ coughs
half-remembered dreams,
drifting smoke and cloudy mirrors
nothing as it seems.
Moss, meringue and mashed potato
bubbles in a bog,
so many soft and secret things
that live inside the fog.
This poem is copyright (©) Jennifer Watson 2026
About the Writer
Jennifer Watson
Jennifer writes poetry and fiction for children of all ages. Her poetry has been published by The Emma Press (The Head That Wears The Crown), who also shortlisted her anthology ‘Big Bang Ping’ for publication. Jennifer's poems were included in a CLiPPA shortlisted anthology published by the Manchester Writing School. She has been shortlisted for the Bridport Prize and the Wasafiri New Writing Prize. She lives in Kent and is currently writing a picture book adventure series.
