A Moonlight Ramble

Cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Sun, 13 Sep 2015
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21 comments
 

Wandering into Raven forest

I came upon a trail...where

moonlight casts shadows,

silver light threading a delicate

path...reflections of a goddess

in murky somber puddles,

 

crushing crumpled golden leaves

to perish beneath this stony path,

night creatures channel shivers...

their presence cloaked in darkness,

as their stealthy movements cause

cracking and reshaping of dead twigs.

 

Each step leads me deeper with my

heavy beating heart, no chance for

turning back now...as heavy pungent

atmosphere dwells within...what was

thronged with greenery; now rotting,

slowly decomposing...nature languishing,

 

 

Continuing on, doubling my snails pace,

no comfort do I find here in the blackness

of the night, the blueness of my jeans now

caked in muddy – brown sludge...as pulling

up my collar holding tightly in, staring all

around me on my moonlight rambling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Beautifully done Jenny - and the photo is perfect!

 

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

Beautiful, imaginative description!

Submitted by maisie on

You've caught it within the words...  I used to go out with my Grandfather along woodland trails, and it's magical how things are changed...

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I do so appreciate that you enjoyed this poem insert, it was all  down to your I P which I thought was a brilliant idea.

Many thanks for sharing your thoughts and for those lovely cherries which made my day.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Terry,

many thanks for your thoughts, they mean a lot.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

An excellent and original interpretation of the IP, Jenny. Well done.

Luigi xx

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Bear,

glad you could appreciate the atmosphere when reading. I just thought of the I P and had this photo and imagined walking into a spooky forest, had a lot of fun putting this poem together. The colours of Autumn leading into Winter set a wonderful, magical scene that I so appreciate. Glad you could see it too.

Many thanks for your comment.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Many thanks for your comment Maisie,

isn't it wonderful going along Woodland trails, with just nature around you and the peace and quiet. Thank you for sharing your treasured memories of walking with your Grandfather...very magical I can imagine.

Glad you enjoyed reading.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

That's so kind of you to say Luigi, there's always something special about the coming season. I do so appreciate your words. Many thanks. smiley

Jenny. xx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Perfection itself, Jenny.

Beautiful.  Just beautiful.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

I loved this, Jenny, as I do night rambles - looking, or more likely listening for wildlife. You capture the thrill and that slightly scary excitement so well, and there feels a weight of sadness behind the reason for being out there. But your poem makes me want to put my boots on and walk the woods at night. I keep wanting to read it again - really well done. 

Bee

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Jenny

The imagery in this was exceptional. You really created a word picture. Beautifully done.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by rayjones on

A walk like that might take you to a very strange place your poem is brimming with possibilty and  subtle threat, kinda scarey but in a very good way. Ray

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I'm so pleased you thought this was beautiful Tina, so much of nature with its natural splendour can get the imagination going, even though creating this scene wasn't easy, but it gave me a lot of pleasure writing.

Your thoughts are always welcomed as you know. Many thanks and I hope you have a good week.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi there Bee,

I've never been on a midnight ramble, but can imagine how scary it would be...how the imagination can play tricks on you with the movement of creatures in the darkness. I have been on rambles when it's been getting dark and that's actually been enough for me.

Hope you do get to go on another night ramble...you never know maybe I will pluck up the courage and get my wellies on one day and go with my partner.

Many thanks for sharing your inspiring thoughts, they were much appreciated.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jean,

if I can give you a picture with words, then I feel this poem was worth writing. The I P for me was one I felt so inspiring as I'd had writing block, so you can imagine how excited I was to read these lovely messages.

Thank you so much for your support which I value.

Jenny.  smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Good morning ray,

taking the reader to a strange place brimming with possibilities is exactly what I was trying to convey, I'm so glad you picked up on that.

Your words mean a lot and thank you for letting me know your thoughts.

Jenny.  smiley

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

What an intersting idea to use colours in a poem about moonlight stirring the memories of them though little showing at present, like in the photo just a touch of green showing amongst the dead leaves by the moonlight or light of the torch. Teenage clubs seem to love nlight rambles, plenty of scratches and splashes and fun probably, and still a beauty of its own! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

You've captured what I was portraying beautifully Rhiannon,

I never realised that there were teenage club night rambles, that's so interesting and brings young people close to nature, so important I think.

Many thanks for sharing your thoughts with me and for reading.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Some beautiful word pictures here. I can feel the cool damp night air and see my breath in the moonlight reading this. It's very autumnal too isn't it.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Many thanks for reading this poem. You're so right about it being autumnal, my favourite time of the year by the way...just love the colours.

I'm glad I could take you there with my words which was my aim.

Again thank you for letting me know.

Jenny.