Dark Woods Mal

I knew a man of careful life who longed to explore uncharted lands, But family ties and circumstance for him held different plans. Sometimes he would take a walk and find himself on the edge, Of a great dark woods he’d never enter; to his wife he gave a pledge. “There’s nothing there for you to see believe me I’ve been there, So promise me you’ll never stray to where you should not dare.” He would dutifully turn and walk away back to his loving wife, But then one day while on his walk he took with him a knife. His life had been lived as an observer always doing what he should Now with a quickened pulse in his poet’s heart he traipsed into the wood. The dappled sunlight played on him as he walked along a trail, And in his mind he was a knight searching for the Holy Grail. But the deeper he went the darker it grew until all light was gone, In the dark he began to pray to once more see the dawn. Just when he was about to give up hope he saw a fire burning, And through the brush he heard sound of its maker now returning. He knelt beside a tall oak tree as he looked into the glade, And there the sight that came to him made him grab his blade. For all around the blazing fire there danced a hundred bears, And into the frenzy appeared his wife as if she’d had no cares. And one of the bears caught her up and tossed her to the next, The more the bears danced with her the more he was perplexed. And then she stopped and stripped herself until her flesh was bare, He watched it all as his lovely wife sprouted a coat of hair. As she danced her snout grew long and claws grew from her paws, Whatever she was he knew that she had broken nature’s laws. When the revelry was over she’d changed back to what she used to be, She found her gown had been run through and was now fastened to a tree. She recognized the blade that held it tight as belonging to her love, And the sound of her tears filled the woods like a mournful cooing dove. For she could never return to him, now that he had discovered the truth, How could he ever accept her again without the beauty of claw and tooth?
We have a print hanging in one room of our house called "The Bear Dance." The last line exemplifies my belief that mankind has worked very hard to separate itself from nature. We have removed ourselves and set ourselves above it. This has lead to many problems. We needto place ourselves iinto nature rather than over it.
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Brown Avatar
November 23, 2011 at 6:03 AM
Congratulations on your win in P.D.'s "Dark Woods" contest Tony. Love, Carol
Johnson Avatar
November 22, 2011 at 4:05 PM
Well done here Tony mate, still love the poem, first rate...
Devonshire Avatar
November 22, 2011 at 12:22 PM
I knew this would be a winner, Tony. Congratulations! Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family. Love, Carolyn
Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
November 22, 2011 at 1:33 AM
Hi a worthy win ,Congratulations really liked this x
Quigley Avatar
November 21, 2011 at 10:29 PM
Such a great work Tony. Your story drew me in. Congratulations
A   Avatar
November 21, 2011 at 10:25 PM
TONY, this was a great walk through the woods.. enjoyed your imagination, Congratulations, in my Dark Woods, contest.. ;-) take care and have a good night,..p.d.
Jones Avatar
November 21, 2011 at 7:31 PM
raw and gnarly. i should do a better job keepin' up with you, Tony, this one surprised me and now i have to go cogitate, awesomeness, yeps thanks~N
Devonshire Avatar
November 21, 2011 at 12:15 PM
Awesome write, Tony! I was right by your side, watching your wife turn into a bear. The Native Americans lived as one with nature so thoughts of them were going through my head as well. Perhaps the "Bear Dance" could have been a Native American ritual. We need to take every step to ensure our destruction of nature and its creatures' habitats does not continue. Powerful poem! Love, carolyn
Lane Avatar
November 21, 2011 at 12:26 PM
Thank you Carolyn. I enjoyed writing it. Tony
Macmillan Avatar
November 21, 2011 at 4:53 AM
WOW! Tony, this is rich in language, theme and imagery. The last line nails this one perfect. It is early morning, and so the title eludes me, but I recall a feminist book written about girls... something Wolves? For some reason, your poem reminds me of this. Perhaps, because all women are somewhat wild within, yet daily demands 'tames' us, puts a collar around our necks. The third to last line does work as is or you could intensify the image "...woods like a widowed, mourning dove." WINNER!
Lane Avatar
November 21, 2011 at 12:31 PM
Thank you Cyndi. Women have been associated with nature for thousands of years due to their lunar cycle. In a patriarchal society where men are asked to subdue nature it is easy to look upon women as lower beings. A view I do not have as my own. Tony
Onclaud Avatar
November 21, 2011 at 2:29 AM
this one open up a serious topic about our disenagegemnet with nature.. gripping lines, tony.. amazed! :) huggs!
Lane Avatar
November 21, 2011 at 12:32 PM
thank you Nette.
Onclaud Avatar
November 21, 2011 at 2:30 AM
*opens*
A   Avatar
November 21, 2011 at 1:06 AM
thanks for the support in my contest.. Enjoyed stopping by your poem tonight..have a good one,..LINDA
Lane Avatar
November 21, 2011 at 12:32 PM
Thank you Linda. I know that you wanted a dark tale but this is as dark as i can get. Tony
Gorelick Avatar
November 20, 2011 at 6:54 PM
This is a wonderful story...I know that picture...how does your wife feel about it? lol.. BG
Lane Avatar
November 21, 2011 at 12:34 PM
My wife, also Barbara, loves it. We have a gameroom in the basement that I have finished as a log cabin, complete with log walls. It look very appropriate in that room. Tony
Kendrick Avatar
November 20, 2011 at 6:04 PM
This one is a very interesting one for PD contest..Good luck, reads like a winner to me..Enjoyed reading your very imaginative work or is it???...Thanks for stopping by and reading my entry into Francine's contest..Sara
Lane Avatar
November 21, 2011 at 12:36 PM
Thank you Sara. Yes, unfortunately we are the least interesting people on the planet. Or are we??? Tony
Cooper Avatar
November 20, 2011 at 5:31 PM
lovely write
Lane Avatar
November 21, 2011 at 12:39 PM
Thanks, Lisa
Johnson Avatar
November 20, 2011 at 4:06 PM
suffering sandgoannas mate, a bear thought to have upon ya plate... great poetry a twisting here, and does your lovely still call you dear... tonight...
Lane Avatar
November 21, 2011 at 12:37 PM
She finds me bearable. But only just. Tony
Bauer Avatar
November 20, 2011 at 4:03 PM
great poem! it made me read it faster and faster to see what would happen. i loved how visual it all was and your explanation was very interesting.
Lane Avatar
November 21, 2011 at 12:38 PM
That was a big compliment. thank you. Tony
Horne Avatar
November 20, 2011 at 11:21 AM
I love this imaginative piece, Tony. And I agree with your footnote
Lane Avatar
November 21, 2011 at 12:39 PM
Thanks Jack
Merryman Avatar
November 20, 2011 at 11:04 AM
Wow! Tony, you have a great imagination. This was excellent. Kim
Lane Avatar
November 21, 2011 at 12:40 PM
Thank you very much Kim. Tony
Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
November 20, 2011 at 7:08 AM
This is excellent and I am sure I can congratulate you in advance on a place with this. xx
Lane Avatar
November 21, 2011 at 12:38 PM
It is an honor to be in consideration. tony
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