Darkling the night spins its web of stars,
Hazy the moon in its tangerine shroud.
Owl Woman calls out from the forest deep:
Waken, all dreamers, from your sleep.
I rise, all unwilling, from my wildish dreams.
The midnight is peopled with wild creatures' screams.
The trees lie in wait with their strangling roots,
ready to trip my scruffy boot.
The forest moans low as the fog moves in.
When I look up, the starry heavens spin.
Dark and drear, the ground I tread upon;
When I turn to go back, the path is gone.
One from 2014 for the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads.
"Darkling" got my attention. I could "hear" this poem, the sounds and the quiet.
ReplyDeleteThank you for taking us on this magic journey
ReplyDeleteso beautiful...
ReplyDeleteWhen I look up,
ReplyDeletethe starry heavens spin.
When I turn to go back,
the path is gone
There are times when one's choice gets
reduced by circumstances. It makes for resilience however!
Hank