In Strangler's Wood Repost
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A Soup poet friend of mine very sweetly showed me his recitation of my old poem "In Strangler's Wood" this week. I finally was able to get his reading of it put onto the poem (and will put it with this repost as well). He used voice changer and eerie sounds. I am not allowed to say his name. For some reason, he wishes to remain anonymous. I told him he sounded kind of like Vincent Price!
Listen to poem:
In forest's night, the trees bend low
beneath a slice of half moon’s glow;
silent shadows waver there,
chilled by gusts of autumn air.
Quavering, as if afraid,
they fall on stumps from trees decayed.
Among those stumps the shadows creep
and shroud a form that seems asleep.
Lightning flashes . . . Thunder peals.
A sight forlorn the light reveals -
a man, quite dead, in woolen coat,
with scarf of death left on his throat.
The shadows saw, and now they quake,
lone witnesses in murder’s wake.
They cannot speak, but if they could,
they’d tell all travelers of the wood:
"We’re not the foe. It’s one of you
that makes us tremble as we do.
Although we loom and cause you fear,
something worse is lurking here."
Then Thunder echoes in accord
as from the sky, cold rain is poured.
And silent shadows start to shrink
into a night of blackened ink.
Date: 2/9/2010
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2021
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