gray sky
pending clouds
a sunless wood of sighs
meandering path
of pebbles and stones
beyond the world’s wrath
inside the forest black
with lions, tigers, and demons
I must go back!
but every story
she enters the woods
a thirst for gory
a puzzling sight
the trees hang tall
it seems like night
in fairy’s dust
and dampened mist
a giant turtle
smiles, says hello
beneath the myrtle
watching us, in truth,
a one-eyed hermit
of wild beard and missing tooth
little men
green in shirts and hats
beneath the glen
sinking in—the forest deep
we gather a group
our stories weep
there was a tale
a princess wicked
children stolen and for sale
but I, a girl among the group,
a savior?
we gather the troops
a castle road
that turns from dirt to gold
a foggy node
near the forest edge
a ray of light
a grassy hedge
a trapping air
and cold-snapped wind
the charcoal sky a snare
a chilling blow
the queen—a giant horde
and how did she know?
scattered blood, wild thrashing
elfen knights are falling
bodies smashing
a narrow glean
between the bones:
I see the queen
running low
beneath the arms
my eyes aglow
the queen’s dispensed
my dagger quick
a sudden silence
the clouds now part
in open air
and brilliant blue is heaven’s art
Note: Written to today's dVersePoet prompt, fairy tales. The picture is derived from Dancing Girls at the Edge of the Forest, 1895, by Simon Hollosy (1857-1918), public domain.
Year:
2012
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