I had a hell of a day… so I wrote kids’ poetry instead of what I had planned. Here is a sample:
the path
Richards painted in my neck of the woods in the 19th century. He may have known the family whose heiress daughter had my house built. Because humanity is a very small world…
the oak doorway beckons
the grey mists beguile
the woodlands, they whisper
come, join us a while
we’ve laid out the path
and lighted the way
just step through arched boughs
and let come what may
fallen leaves limn the riding
crooked boughs mark the trail
do you dare heed their calling
and break through the veil
for wood-sidhe are wily
they play nasty tricks
you know t’would be easy
to end up in a fix
but none ventured none gained
so take fortune’s tack
just one small step forward
and you’ll never turn back
and wight-led you’ll wander
enchantment’s dark track
Wednesday Word
for 18 September 2024
gather
You can respond in any way you like in the comments below or go visit the All Poetry contest for September. Your response can be anything made from words. I love poetry, but anything can be poetic and you needn’t even be limited to poetics. An observation, a story, a thought. Might even be an image — however, I am not a visual person, so it has to work harder to convey meaning. In the spirit of word prompts, it’s best if you use the word; but I’m not even a stickler about that. Especially if you can convey the meaning without ever touching the word.
Even if you don’t choose to scribble, at least I’ve made you think about… gather.
©Elizabeth Anker 2024
By My Solitary Hearth 