I ventured
into this once beautiful woodland that somehow rotted and decayed when darkness
fell.
It fell
quickly upon this thicket. The once lovely trees now hollow, what evil could
they possess?
Will this unfamiliar
forest become known to me as the one where restless spirits dwell?
My heart
pounding in my chest, sensing danger, the wicked here most certainly know of my
distress.
Adrenalin raging,
I’m trembling, stumbling with labored breath through this cold cloud.
Grazing unknown
entities in this dark realm, lingering ominous peril closing in.
Shapes
darker than the surrounding darkness keeping me here in their murky shroud.
Time
dawdling by with the present danger raising every hair in every pore of my
skin.
I didn’t
believe the legends of these woods. Tales of evil phenomenon, I wish I could
forget.
Panicking
for an exit strategy while all the tales are playing on the silver screen of my
mind.
Regular
patrons on their stools drinking pints, haunting laughter, puffing their cigarettes.
Amongst this
tangled, thorny scrub until sunrise, remembering the beautiful sunset
I left behind.
Photo:
Tobias Huske/Unsplash
Linking with
Poets United for Sumana’s midweek motif “Sunsets”
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O! I picture myself walking into a bar when I might have stayed outside and been blessed by sun setting. Instead I am in a decayed/decaying place, that eats away even at me. And then I remembered a walk though the woods where I feared dying before reaching the other side--sun dropping beyond sight. Your poem with its mood of fear and regret truly affects me!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susan! I'm happy you enjoyed it. 😃
DeleteWith the sunset the darkling forest has become an interesting character! Wow!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sumana. 🙂
DeleteA panicky journey through. Happy for sunrise
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Thank you, Gillena. 🙂
DeleteLovely poem. In the midst of the smoke and people, it is a lovely sunset to remember.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Toni. 🙂
DeleteI can feel the sense of fear and danger here. Darkness does make the forest seem scary. Here, we have wolves and cougars wandering through, so I would feel the same way!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherry. 🙂
DeleteThe chill in these lines makes me want more of the story--you enchanted the forest perfectly :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Chrissa. 🙂
DeleteOh, this is dark and gritty -- the imagery is ominous and the feelings thus described have a chilling impact. Remembering the sunset left behind makes its loss all the more tangible and the current environment all the more threatening. Very well-penned.
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Thanks so much, HA. 🙂
DeleteLeaving a sunset behind can be sad, and eerie. Lovely poem, Vicki!
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