Black Bog

 My descent was gradual, sedge meadows with wondrous pink orchid variations visited by never identified damselflies, my head starting to swim; erasing time, giving way to a dark canopied wetland of black spruce, difficult to traverse, sloping deer trails the safest path to take, avoiding quick-mud holes. These trails are popular in the forest, as signs reveal, death struggle remains, the saddest.
 This is the area I saw the hairless half ape/half wolf like creature block my trail, stopping to look at me deeply, then vanishing like a ghost, without even a ruffle of plants.
 Sometimes a plant, flower or insect calls to me "come closer" so I approach with caution; my hand carved heavy oak staff probing for danger, strong enough to ward off bears and badgers, snakes & insect saboteurs, intent on my demise.
 With compass and topo I chart my course, knowing each time I visit these wild places in the forest off Lake Superior, it could be my last, so I bring back natural, wondrous souvenirs that fill my day-dreams, content once more, cleansed of my sins by Her Majesty, the forests off Gitchi Gumee.


Authors note...never venture into these wild places alone, always be prepared with survival equipment in your pack.
 
 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 7/24/2018 2:29:00 PM
A true naturalist ... wonderful sagely wisdom, M. Cool, enlightening write. Love and joy always.
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Date: 4/16/2018 8:54:00 AM
Good advice! You are a good story teller Jim.
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Date: 3/8/2018 4:12:00 PM
Awesome Story telling James, enjoyed this.
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Date: 3/4/2018 6:49:00 PM
James, I love these mysterious, dark, scary poems. I've written a few myself. This one is excellent and definitely keeps the reader in suspense. I loved it! Keep on writing!
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Date: 3/1/2018 12:46:00 PM
FABULOUS. I am now waiting for the next instalment.....transported out of room, off page totally immersed in the half twilight darkness of a thoroughly foreign, yet strangely familiar sense of walking these paths before .... with a need to follow a strange creature, knowing it is best to let it run free but the temptation to know more incredibly overwhelming and instinctual. Next chapter required....
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 3/1/2018 12:48:00 PM
Add to my favourites.
Date: 2/20/2018 6:43:00 AM
Now that is an excellent poem James.. hope you are well..
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Date: 2/19/2018 9:20:00 PM
Now that's one hell of an adventure! Felt I was there with you, every mysterious step of the way. Good to be home. I need a beer, and a safe chair. Great read!
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Date: 2/16/2018 7:19:00 PM
hey jimbobby, never pictured you a pink orchid kind of guy (jus kiddin). your last line put me in mind of Gordon Lightfoot's song Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald. anyway, cool story mate
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Date: 1/29/2018 4:42:00 AM
A tale of adventure, wonder and risk, well told!
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Date: 1/28/2018 1:31:00 PM
Much enjoyed!
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Date: 1/28/2018 11:46:00 AM
Such an adventure this is! Well written James. :)
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Date: 1/28/2018 7:06:00 AM
You take the reader on this forest journey--awesome imagery of scenes on the trail..very well depicted, James.
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Date: 1/27/2018 11:19:00 PM
You're a lucky man...from the forest, you may never return...Nice imagery in your poem...All the best James
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