Poem -
The Hanging Tree
At dark they came to play,
βAnd I very quickly agree,
I was alone,β
Just by that hanging tree.
βNothing occurred for a few minutes,
So, I had some time to think,
To think about why exactly I was,
Just by that hanging tree.
My thoughts wondered,
Some left behind,
But, I came to realise,
That he was looking at me that whole time.
Not infront of me,
But, swinging,
From that hanging tree,
Right infront of my eyes.
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Comments
Dramatic.
Thanks for sharing this compelling write.
Best wishes ! Β :)
Thankyou!:)
Wow Caitlin!!..........that was an amazing narrative piece...........compelling is right! (as Richard said).........there is a genuine poetic flow to this piece that takes your reader into another place........where the ambiance is filled with a sadness & a metaphysical aspect...........VERY creative my friend.........the kind of write that would work great along side a Salvador Dali painting..........loved this.........well done...........and..........WELCOME to COSMO!!!!!..............Love and Rockets!!........T xo
Thankyou so much!xo