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Deep Forest.
Secret places, shy places,
the wild rivers run
voices calling, raising, falling,
catch a kiss from
noon-day's sun.
Leaves a'rustle
chase and tussle,
tumble lost
with silent faces
cluster now in
darker spaces.
Hides and hollows,
light and shade
sequestered path,
and forest glade.
Shadows hand to
call the moon
dark the oak, carved
deep the rune.
Weather'd limbs far years
to show, scars the heart
the eye to know.
wouldn`t it be great to be in
wouldn`t it be great to be in that place untouched by man
ron parrish
You have struck a chord in me
You have struck a chord in me ... I see in my mind's eye the enchanted hollow I am seeking, and you have obviously found. Captivating words here.
My Secret River
Thank you, I wanted to try
Thank you, I wanted to try and capture the magical and ancient atmosphere in deep woodland. :)
This poem has a lilt
Goodread
©bishu
Thank you Bishu xx
Thank you Bishu xx
a lovely write sue,like
a lovely write sue,like sliding down a slide when you read it
ron parrish
Thank you very much, to me it
Thank you very much, to me it feels a bit like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. :-) Sue.
yeah,as i read ,it went
yeah,as i read ,it went faster,almost like a slide
ron parrish
An Excellent Chant
Add cauldron and eye of newt and a couple or three witches and you have Shakespeare. Enjoyed the music. :D
Funny you should say that I
Funny you should say that I did think of witches as I wrote it :-) Thank you Stella :-) Sue.