Come in, or the fog will get into the house.

[fflo]

That's a line in Dorian Gray--- the movie and the novel.  Is, or was, there an expression like that, or some superstition, or concern about the fog that way?  I couldn't find out with a little googling.  But it's a good line, isn't it?  A poem should start with it.

How would your poem go, if it started with that line?

I'll write one if you will.  We could all write one.  Just off-the-cuff, even.  Or not.

Comments

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I don't know about it being a saying, but fog was a recurring reality in old London. It was caused by all the coal we used to burn. Foul pea-soupers were still settling over the city when I was a kid- and we're talking about thick, yellow fogs the like of which I've never seen since. They cut visibility down to a few feet.
The classic text is the opening chapter of Bleak House. And yes, those fogs got everywhere and smelled gritty and toxic and presumably killed people in their hundreds- only no-one was counting.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

Hey, thanks! I get why you wouldn't want it in the house--- not just watery misty air.

I've wanted to get to Bleak House for some time now. Perhaps I'll consider this a sign. :)