She walks the woods in the early morn
Into the woods I saw her walking
dressed in her white night gown
trees covered in dew, full of shadows
smoke rising up from the ground
sun getting so bright over the hill
shining on my wooden, white veranda
I took a sip of coffee, as birds sung
two lumps of sugar, one milk
slightly bitter; 'German strong'
I caught a glimpse of her face again
as she sauntered past me like a scream
still so much purpose in her movements,
covered in golden colours; seldom seen
I've had her vision so many times before;
and this was the prettiest she'd ever been
she used to work down at the corner store
the quiet one, who they all called Yvonne
till the day I planted her in the woods,
for company, long ago in the early morn
...
(Poem is dedicated to my friend Lily Mae
who inspired the idea, thanks Lily Mae :D)
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Hello Christopher...
Nice inspired write...
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
Lol yes Cherie, I hope he is haunted as well...lol.... hey I think it's the first time I've ever written a poem from the point of view of a 'murderer' Omg! I think I like it, lol...now I'm just creeping myself out....thank you so much for taking the time to read my stuff first of all, and then making a really in depth comment on it that doesn't make me scratch my head,...always an honour to hear from the premier poet of Cosmo....thanks again, Cherie
thank you as well, Sparrowsong....lol I hope I inspired in a positive way, as opposed to someone getting any insidious ideas lol, cheers my friend....thumbs up
Chris--this one by how well written it is I felt like I was there seeing it all.
Chris! OK…as I read this I thought that I was reading a moment in the early morn…a man having coffee being visited by an ethereal, nightgown clad ghostly girl sauntering past like a scream definitively searching for something…then bang! What a twist into the macabre! He was seeing her as she was before he bludgeoned her to death…Yvonne the quiet girl who worked at the corner store! The man, well he was a murdering dendrologist planting "people" like trees! OMG…Great write!
xox val
mark, thank you my friend, I truly appreciate you saying that....to be honest I don't 'normally' write poems like this; never in fact, if I hadn't been inspired by Lily Mae's latest poem this one would be about a man standing on a varanda watching a woman in a white night gown enter a wooded area, disappear for a while then come back out and walk into the sunrise; nothing wrong with that necessarily but I don't think I would have posted it, so I am glad you like it, I enjoyed writing it, lol....mark keep kickin arse and takin names my friend; I'm always looking for your stuff when I come on here...cheers
Valerie, thank you a million times over for such a cool comment; it is funny how you described the read, I don't know where a poem will take me, and I love that; I am a prose writer and plan out everything when I write fiction; I enjoy it very much, but poetry is like a vacation to somewhere I've never been; I'm often surprised by the outcome of a write, so the process of writing is both frustrating at times and exhilarating other times; this is what I enjoy; letting the poem reveal itself....hey you are a gifted poet, whose work speaks for itself so I'm quiet tickled by your comment, cheers Val...hey it's great to have you back here, just saying :D
what a piece of art. very well penned
PoetessDarkly thank you kindly