Hollow
Hollow
Well-earned vacation at last
A tough work week in the past
Nice evening walk in faint fog
Along the banks of a bog
Some dog howling up ahead
A growl filling me with dread
I pause at the sudden yelp
Should I turn back or go help?
Feet rooted, I strained my ears
Breaking branches fuel my fears
Dog’s whine begged me to follow
Deeper into the Hollow
I use words as a writer
Certainly not a fighter
So, hearing hoofbeats sounding
I turn away, heart pounding
Old Dutch wives’ tales I have read
Hessian horseman with no head
And British spies, haunted lies
Speed my run, my urgent strides
Hoofbeats closer, I look back
At the source of this attack
Now too dark for me to tell
I let out a startled yell
I’d tripped on pumpkin unseen
Discarded last Halloween
Lungs burning, I found my track
To the lodge, I’d made it back!
Rested adventure writer
I pulled the wool throw tighter
While sipping hot cocoa with marshmallow
Living the Legend of Sleepy Hollow
March 1, 2020
Contest: Your Favorite Legend, First Place
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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