Secrets are shrouded in the rising mist
Cool comfort is carried on breeze through trees
Drawing curious into make-believe
Where everything is apt past the abyss
Upon entry the tree limbs groan and hiss
Reality shifts to what you must see
Vast possibilities are conceived
Fantasyland provides your vital bliss
Captured deep in the hungry forest’s grip
You run and scream; yet you cannot escape
Caught up in the loose twines you do trip
Vines climb up your legs to wrap around your waist
Pulls you through leaves into the earth you slip
Further down into the nightmare embraced
In response to this week’s Picture it and Write.
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Very beautiful imagery. I particularly like ‘tree limbs groan and hiss’ and ‘deep in the forest’s humgry grip’. An incredible ‘fantasyland’ creation.
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Thank you so much for the kind comment, I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
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Intense! I’m going to be careful around vines now — that part of your poem really got to me, those nasty things climbing up your leg…
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