A Path so Dark

By CJNorth

Fri, 02 Jun 2017
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A forest dark as the night

With no more path than trodden trails

Holds me tight for now

Though I don't believe its been long

I can only remember:

 

The taste of pine in the air,

The living green emerald leaves,

The warm scent of summer warning.

 

The plumes welcomed me

And I embraced them for I couldn't see

The path and liked to think

That they held on with sticky ends to stop me going.

But I'm gone, far gone,

 

They are no help to me

My legs stride ahead,

They thump solid ground

 

I dare not glance over shoulder

To taunt the hand I feel bearing down

Steady in its descent

Though I never do see it. I know it

As I know my own.

Certificate 15
Poem
Surreal
Nature

Comments

Submitted by CJNorth on

 

Submitted by CJNorth on

 

Submitted by CJNorth on

The poem is about being thrust into a world you don't know and yet being expected to succeed. 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi CJNorth. Welcome to the site. The poem certainly conveys what you wrote in the comment. It gives a sense of having to find your way through on your own, pursued by the unseen hand. I wondered about the second line. As i read it, I'm hearing "With paths no more than trodden trails." Just a thought. Enjoyed reading this. Look forward to reading more. Thanks for posting.

Parson Thru