Whispers in a Forest
By Natalia
Sat, 28 Jul 2012
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Armed with my basket did I go
Through the treacherous forest that day
The dead would undoubtedly be lurking
Their cries echoing around me
Solace was scarce
In that place of doom
Quiet but unearthly
And whispering away
My heart
The birds
Thump
Twitter
The whispers increase
A swarm approaches
They swirl around me
Kissing; caressing
And then
All of a sudden
They disappear
As nimbly as they came
And I am left
All
Alone
With my basket
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Hi Natalia.I think this
Permalink Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on
Hi Natalia.I think this really builds up the atmosphere very well as it descends into stillness in the last verse. Just a small suggestion, I think 'AS nimbly as they came' might be better than 'So nimbly....' A nice poem.
Linda
Linda
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It has all the atmosphere of
Permalink Submitted by Mark Heathcote on
It has all the atmosphere of little red riding hood and the forest sounds much more like a cemetery than a place to picnic good write! By the way my daughter shares your name – Natalia :)
Mark Heathcote
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Well done, Excelsior!
Permalink Submitted by Daniel Saint-John on
Well done,
Excelsior!
Excelsior!
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