walking out of the wood
the trail started centuries ago
I could see it in my sleep
countless times
could feel it beneath my feet
step by step
weaving through rocks and streams
familiar faces diminishing
and reappearing in the wood
like angels and fairies and elves
encouraging me to proceed
perhaps protecting me
leading me past the rustic gates
introducing far-reaching fields
where the sharpest of barbed wire
could not deter me from
entering your sacredly wild dreams
june two thousand fifteen
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Love , love, love this. LOVE. The last line makes it perfect.
Thank you so much!
OHHHHhhhhhhhh – Here am I thinking a landscape of external sheep tracks dating back to pre-human times leading to a mundane pool of refreshment. Then your last line turns everything inside out and deep inside I know your path. Almost as old yet visible only to those who look closely.
Thank you for noticing, Archie. So glad you enjoyed this one.
Ah, love the forest imagery!
Thank you, Paula.
Totally abandoned, a wonderful wilderness of words. mesmerising.
Thank you so very much, Denise…so glad you enjoyed this piece.