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Delve into the Shadows: A Haunting Tale of Retribution

Gnarled Shadows is a poem that delves into the depths of consequence and the chilling grip of guilt. It's a tale strewn with the threads of a fateful hunt, the haunting gaze of an owl, and the secrets of the ancient forest.

Step into the poem and let the "Amber eyes" guide you through the darkness.

- Daniel

 

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Gnarled Shadows

Through shadowed trails beneath the moon’s cold stare.
     Its Amber gaze: a burden hard to bear.
This feathered prize found peace in my gut
     No slumber dreamt; no answer could I get.

Eurasian owl with orbs of liquid flame
     My every stride a prideful, haunting game.
Then, fate unveiled upon a gnarled limb
    I, no mercy watched the hunted 
     stand grim.

A rifle cracked. A feather's silent fall.
     Forrest convulsed: lifeless body, empty hull.

In moonlit boughs of ancient, Fortingall Yew trees,
     Where shadows twine and twist with eerie ease,
A serpent of smoke licks my dying fire, hissed.
     A tarnished quill, a strigiform, mocks my quest,
Scrawling nightmares on this haunted, hallowed crest.

Runes of vengeance etched in bark, ancient and stark,
     Throb crimson 'neath the moon's cold watchful mark.
This crumbling shrine where trophies once held sway
     Is now a visceral warning at the close of each day.
Yet in those Amber eyes watching 
      dreadful!
      dismay!

Of deeds, they taunt, dreams forever lain,
     Feathers, like lost dreams plucked, bear cold and pain.
The tarnished quill is a taxidermied spine of ice
    Inscribes his vengeful design a chilling price.
Buried beneath a sky of obsidian reason takes flight.
     Through spectral night each rustle a talon of fright.
In boughs where nightmares crawl, no sanity found
     Only the shadows stalked their fallen king, precarious.
And in those Amber eyes, demise, perdition, carious.

"Remember, mortal," screech fills the chilling air,
     "The eyes you stole, forever watching, ever there."
From his perch above the hearth a gnarled branch, shines his ire,
     Twin orbs of Amber pierce my soul's dark, smoldering pyre.
They burn with secrets, hidden by the cloak of night,
     Reflecting sins in their unyielding, haunting light.
The quill, a conduit, upon my hand it bled,
     Each stroke a tremor, each letter, a burning brand that feeds.
And in those Amber eyes,
    doom
     malediction 
     my shame.

Madness burrows a spider silk of terror in my skull
     Webs of horror petrified where reason wanes turns cold.
Amber eyes unblinking, 
     piercing, Oh, so cold!
     Mock my torment acerbic as each tale unfolds.
As moon wanes pale fresh shadows coalesce
     The cabin shudders 
     secrets released 
     enmeshed.
Whirlwind of feathers 
     pinions tore 
     stillness 
    swish
     And in those Amber eyes doom 
     my penance 
     deranged.
And in those Amber eyes death,
     penance
     must be paid.

A sudden tremor 
     not of wind or 
      leaf nor 
      breeze
     A feathered silence whisps through the ancient Yew trees.
From moonlit depths a spectral form takes flight.
     The Eurasian Eagle-Owl ascends bathed 
     in the ghastly light.
Thrice he circles a haunting serenade.
     His gaze a portal to an endless 
     shadowed glade.
My stolen prize once perched 
     upon this gnarled limb
     Now soars above reclaiming 
     vengeance, itself, him.
And in those vile Amber eyes 
     pierce, penance, possess.

The quill I clutch, once triumph's gleaming prize
     Now crumbles to dust beneath the watchful skies.
"Mortal flesh to ash," fire hissed, "vengeance burns hotter”
     "Forever haunted by a relentless burning quagmire."
The owl reclaims his throne a specter of vengeance in his flight.
     And I, once the hunter now the hunted, enslaved.
In mirrored eyes madness seeps a corrosive weight upon my soul.
     Owl, fire, reflections of a tormented troll.

And in those cruel Amber eyes 
     Retribution, torment, abyss.
          And in those dire Amber eyes 
               Wraithful gaze 
                    Burning pyre 
                         shattered soul.

 
The fire fuses branded secrets a purging inferno cleansing my plight the Eurasian Eagle Owl with those Amber Eyes takes final flight. Leaving me alone with that foreboding blood moon... …a nefarious succubus of the night.
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Bergeron Avatar
October 15, 2024 at 1:12 PM
Masterful Daniel. Truly. Words that paint without the need for a second coat. Leaves me wanting for more and luckily, there is so much waiting. Keep sharing your gift, Gilles
Woods Avatar
April 20, 2024 at 8:37 AM
...of the smoking gun, the prized quill and how that relates to writing. So many things to love in this! Thanks for suggesting it to me! All the best to you, Crystol
Woods Avatar
April 20, 2024 at 8:35 AM
Oh my...80% of that went soaring(like an owl) over my head! ;) I've read this thrice, as you can maybe tell by my mimicked high speech, ha. I think, even if one has to stretch their mind to understand, one still can grasp the beauty and chill of great poetry, great writing. I can grasp it here...I can dig it man! You, Daniel Henry Rodgers, are the real deal. I hope you are seeking publication so the rest of the world can bask in the light of language and chill of amber eyes. Loved the imagery...
Cunningham Avatar
April 20, 2024 at 12:35 AM
Not surprised to see this one at the top of the list Daniel. Congratulations. Tom
Rodgers Avatar
April 20, 2024 at 5:34 AM
Dear Tom, it is always a pleasure to see your visit and read your comments. - Blessings, Daniel
Parker Avatar
April 18, 2024 at 4:35 PM
Daniel, I am writing for something to do, it's a hobby, you poet write because you are a writer, a very skilled writer a very impressive writer, thank you for allowing my eyes to see your skill, it's refreshing to see a much better level of writing than my own...enjoyable poet
Rodgers Avatar
April 19, 2024 at 4:38 AM
Hello Frederic, your message brings a smile to my face. Writing, whether as a hobby or profession, is a journey we embark on for various reasons. Your appreciation for my work is incredibly humbling, and I'm grateful to have shared a glimpse of my writing with you. Every writer has a unique style and voice; your journey is just as important. Keep writing and exploring—it's what keeps the creative spirit alive. Thank you for your kind words and encouragement. - Blessings, Daniel
Fowler Avatar
April 4, 2024 at 11:35 AM
Very Poe-esque write dear Daniel. Suspense, terror, fear, shattered soul. Gosh, I really enjoyed this a lot! Congratulations! :)
Rodgers Avatar
April 4, 2024 at 5:21 PM
Dear Linda, thank you so much for your wonderful comments on my poem and I have always been a Poe fan. - Blessings, Daniel
Lamoureux Avatar
April 3, 2024 at 4:24 AM
A stellar write. Congratulations on your fine win in the contest. Well done.
Rodgers Avatar
April 3, 2024 at 1:44 PM
Hello Richard, thank you so much for your comments and I hope you enjoyed my Poe type poem! - Blessings, Daniel
Empress Avatar
April 2, 2024 at 2:31 PM
Loved this before and love that this is now placed for all to see too. Congratulations on your well deserved win.
Anaya Avatar
April 2, 2024 at 1:22 PM
Congratulations on your win, Daniel! Awesome storytelling, let the amber eyes lead your way, way to go! Twilight Zone takes a special kind of story, I enjoyed yours. I just wrote one! Hugs, Anaya
Ridley Avatar
April 2, 2024 at 10:19 AM
Amazing poem Daniel!! You're very talented thank you for sharing with all of us.
Messina Avatar
April 2, 2024 at 9:00 AM
Powerful and outstanding writing, Daniel. I read your comments about growing up in Pa. on a farm. Opening day deer season is a holiday over there, I know because I grew up and still live in NJ. I too stopped hunting for the same reasons as you. Congratulations on your winning placement! Charlie
Dietrich Avatar
March 20, 2024 at 12:30 PM
since I've seen your most current poems, I thought i'd take a look at what Soup lists as your "best" poem. Well, it might not really be your best, but for sure, it was one I found before to be excellent. They should name one's number one poem as the most favored on Soup!
Rodgers Avatar
March 20, 2024 at 5:47 PM
Dear Andrea, thanks for your feedback is invaluable. I'm glad you found one of my earlier works to be excellent. It was my attempt to write a little more like Poe. Your insight encourages me to keep refining my craft. Thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts. - Blessings, Daniel
Herrick Avatar
March 6, 2024 at 4:26 PM
A haunting visage. Those Amber eyes a standard bearing for its own portal of worth and call to be an equal creature with Life, not to be trifled with, not to go underfoot into the shadows. Not to be forgotten as a grateful hunter, not to be labeled wasted prey.
Rodgers Avatar
March 6, 2024 at 4:53 PM
Hello Jude, your words echo with a reverence for life and the dignity inherent in every being. Thanks for reading and commenting on my poem for it is highly appreciated. - Blessings, Daniel
Goldsmith Avatar
February 29, 2024 at 8:22 AM
The "Amber eyes" took me through your creative write. A wonderful picture. Thanks for adding your note... Have a great day...............
R P Avatar
February 28, 2024 at 2:43 AM
Beautiful poem Daniel Sir. Rich use of vocabulary and amazing articulation. Thanks for a wonderful read.
Rodgers Avatar
February 28, 2024 at 4:41 AM
Good Morning, Dr. P., It was Wonderful to hear from you this morning. Thank you for your affirming comments, and it does mean a lot to me. - Blessings, Daniel
Beaufort Avatar
February 27, 2024 at 4:27 PM
Daniel, You put a lot of thought and effort into this and I think the results meet your expectations. Shooting or killing an animal is not a minor act, and it's not something someone can completely understand unless having experienced it. As you show, the act can have some negative consequences for the hunter. Involvement with death is not necessarily sport and you allude to it so skillfully.
Rodgers Avatar
February 27, 2024 at 5:24 PM
Hello Duke, thank you for your thoughts. I grew in the middle of Pennsylvania on a farm and death is a routine including hunting. I actually ended up hating hunting because it bothered me. I have grown to love nature in so many ways and love writing about it. Thanks, my friend! - Blessings, Daniel
Kaufman Avatar
February 27, 2024 at 2:05 PM
Dear Mr. Daniel, Better hold those horses! LOL. This is such a Sus pensively spun tale you take the reader on. The details are so vivid and haunting. Excellent write. Blessings to you.
Rodgers Avatar
February 27, 2024 at 5:20 PM
Dear Nancy, thanks for you lovely comments. I like to write Melancholic Horror from time to time. I guess I have a little Poe in me. Check out my poem Rocking Chair. Thanks again my friend. - Blessings, Daniel
Pandit Avatar
February 26, 2024 at 5:07 PM
A spectacular journey through this awesome write, Daniel. You are a great story teller and a talented writer, as evidenced by the well deserved accolades below. ---Runes of vengeance etched in bark, ancient and stark, Throb crimson 'neath the moon's cold, watchful mark--just a glimpse of your fine vocabulary!
Kauffman Avatar
February 26, 2024 at 12:47 PM
Daniel, what an eclectic pilgrimage into an existential battle between good and wrathful evil seen in "cruel Amber eyes." Your imagery overflows with the mystical. Reminds me of Beowulf. Your imagery and word use wonderfully supports the sense of mysticism and even terror through the image of the Eurasian Eagle Owl. Yet, through this cosmic struggle one line stands out at the end - "purging inferno cleansing my plight" like gold refined in fire - sense of redemption and resolution at the end of struggle. This evokes an emotional response. Blessings to you!
Rodgers Avatar
February 26, 2024 at 3:55 PM
Dear Sam, Thank you so much for your profound analysis of "Cruel Amber Eyes!" Your insightful comments truly touched me. I'm delighted that the poem managed to evoke strong emotions and resonate with you on that level. The Beowulf connection is fascinating! I love the idea of the poem echoing those ancient epics about good and evil. And you're absolutely right about the mystical imagery – the Eurasian Eagle Owl was definitely meant to embody a sense of otherworldly power and terror. Thanks again for truly "seeing" my work. - Blessings, Daniel
Volumes Avatar
February 26, 2024 at 9:44 AM
I often wonder if all the animals and birds and fish will gather to take retribution for all the human acts against their species. A foreboding tale Daniel. Intense and compelling, the way you build to an intriguing situation that holds the reader quite spellbound. I admired it greatly without liking it. It scared me. I wouldn't read it again for that reason. (Art isn't what you see- its what you feel).
Volumes Avatar
February 26, 2024 at 10:41 AM
I relate, scaring as good. With people I don't believe its what they say that matters as much as they way they make you feel. If a poem or a picture or sculpture or literary work fails to make me feel something then to me it isn't art Your poem gave me mega feelings.
Rodgers Avatar
February 26, 2024 at 10:07 AM
Dear Wen, your thoughtful feedback touches me deeply. I'm grateful for your honesty and candor in expressing your mixed feelings. While I understand it may have evoked unsettling emotions, I appreciate your acknowledgment of its intensity and compelling narrative. Your insight into art being about emotion is so true, and that is the value of art. Thank you for engaging with my work, even if it scared you. Your perspective is valuable and helps me grow as a writer. - Blessings, as Always, Daniel
Rodrigues Avatar
February 26, 2024 at 4:31 AM
Daniel, this is a fave for me! Blessings! (Love the introduction, as well!)
Rodgers Avatar
February 26, 2024 at 8:17 AM
Dear Kim, your heartfelt comment means the world to me! Your appreciation fuels my poetic fire. Your comparison to Poe's imagery is profoundly humbling. Indeed, owls possess an eerie wisdom. May blessings and inspiration continue to grace your path. - Blessings, Daniel
Rodrigues Avatar
February 26, 2024 at 4:30 AM
Ooh…chilling: “Remember, mortal," screech fills the chilling air, "The eyes you stole, forever watching, ever there." … And in those Amber eyes, doom, my penance, deranged. And in those Amber eyes, death, penance, must be paid...Wow, what great imagery, right up there with Poe! I’d not cross an owl…had my own encounter! They are very smart!
Breidenthal Avatar
February 25, 2024 at 6:29 PM
You really created such a rich and haunting scene here, Daniel. I adore this poem! My favorite lines: “Madness burrows, a spider silk of terror in my skull, Webs of horror petrified, where reason wanes, turns cold.” The metaphors throughout really hone in on terror and madness. Keep up the amazing work, Laura
Rodgers Avatar
February 26, 2024 at 8:20 AM
Dear Laura, your words of praise fill me with gratitude! Your appreciation for the imagery and metaphors, especially those highlighted lines, means a lot to me. Your encouragement and affirmations were heart felt. - Have a great week my friend. - Blessings, Daniel
Dietrich Avatar
February 25, 2024 at 5:41 PM
Oh those amber eyes. This has such a classy feel like Poe's raven . . .nevermore. Excellent writing
Rodgers Avatar
February 26, 2024 at 8:21 AM
Dear Andrea, Thanks for stopping by to visit my Owl with those Amber Eyes. I really appreciate your wonderful words and kindness. - Blessings, Daniel
Cunningham Avatar
February 25, 2024 at 11:19 AM
Quite an eerie experience Daniel, I agree with Paige and Kelly, very Poe like, he would have loved this one. A fave for me. Tom
Rodgers Avatar
February 25, 2024 at 1:20 PM
Hello Tom, thanks for visiting and commenting and both of us like our long narratives. - Blessings, Daniel
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