The Faeries of Oubliette Woods

Some thought that they had all long gone.
Some thought they never were.
But in fresh woods forgotten still
They flourish safe and always will
Though we sense not a stir.

Maple Leaves in the Sun

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*Alliteration Poem – Wait*

15th Oct’17  ~by Venkat

Where warblers wallow
Where wolves wallop
Weasels worm, winds whistle
Wishes wild, words wistful

The woods and the wind

Up in Stanmer woods
on the ridge of the hill
we are sheltered within
where it’s chilly but still
There’s winter in here
with the mud and the grey
but perfect for walking
on this February day

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Striding out of the mist,
The goat faced daemon
Snarls,
Blood dripping
From fanged maw,

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I sit and listen to the sea,
Churn and rustling.
The bass booms and high pitched peeps,
Provide a counterpoint
To the swaying limbs.

In the Creek Bed

Late winter, dry creek bed
Scattered and shattered disks of shale and limestone
The crunch of light boot-steps
Children lost in the archeological magic
A welcome respite from the carpet and tile, the processed and humanized
Inhale the echoes of ancient ocean floors, waters long since refrozen and revoked

A walk in the woods

Woodland near where I live. Copyrighted to Karen Payze

It was not long ago
that I walked that well-worn path

in my favourite neck of the woods

When I came across
a place I had ne’er seen before

A tinkling of water
sounded through the dense leaves

of the dark and gloomy place

 

I followed that sound ‘

till I came upon

a clearing

A stream, crystal
clear, bubbled along

and down o’er a small waterfall

the water so cool

so fresh

so inviting