Poem -
a TeDdy bEaR's PiCNic
Are all the woods dark? she
asks
Only the best ones ...
Only the fetid ones heavy with
tasks, I say
What tasks, she asks, could a
woods need to do?...you are
so silly Nana, trees can't think
see or move!
We ponder the snake limbs
All dressed in dank mould
We sniff at the leaf breath
which sour's the cold
We tremble as giants poke
toes through the soil, and
all...
All is witch with a pot on the
boil
Everything creaking... all
groaning and bad
She moves in my shadow
Unbold, scared and sad
What is its task then? she
stutters in fear...the black
dark descending...
The dark black... too near...
It murders the light I scream
wE RuN ....
M P 12/4/21
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Comments
a wonderful poem
Thankyou lovely man 🤗
Ooh Marion I loved reading this. It has a real creepy feel to it and almost dark fairytale like. Woods are always creepy when they go dark. You really filled the readers senses with the woods. The sense of darkness creeping up on you eek
fab 😊❤️
Aw...thanks Gwen, kids are so easy to scare...I'm.a BAD nana 🤣🤣🤣
Woooooahh scary but if you go down to the woods tonight you will surely get a fright!!!! 🤣💕❤️💕
Kids eh 😆😆😆
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