Fear Turns To Fairytale
"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet "
~A Rambling Poet~
Are the woods waiting to spring a surprise,
do I hear haunting melodies and cries,
Is there someone hiding behind those trees,
are the woods filled with painfully stinging bees,
I tread slowly for there might be a snake,
my throat is parched, is there a lake?
Are there strange creatures hanging from those firs,
am I hallucinating? My heart is in a stir...
That light ahead, is it fog or a ghostly apparition,
scared I walk on biting my nails, eyes wide open.
Thoughts, then run rushing back to childhood
and suddenly I am brave like little Red Riding Hood.
Fearless of the wolves that’ll cross my path
I surge ahead, with a song in my heart.
Maybe I’ll find a cottage like Goldilocks
with porridge filled in three little pots.
I even might end up with dwarfs seven in number
waiting for a prince while in slumber.
My fears all vanish one by one
the power of nature overwhelms
I look up at the woods in awe and wonder
to God’s fairytale I surrender…
Afroze
for Constances's contest A woodland path
7/6/2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
