Upon the Trail
Before me, was a fork upon the trail;
go left- go right- confused, I just stood there.
Then took a chance- not seeing past the veil
of crowded ferns that hid the views with care.
Not far into my chosen turn on right,
I saw the tattered roof, burst window, porch-
of the decaying structure- and, on-site,
a weathered chair that held a rusted torch.
The door, ajar- displayed a worn staircase
with some steps missing, quite in disarray.
Then, just like that- it floated down with grace-
a witch- with twigs and black rosette bouquet!
In black translucent skirt and cloak- she flew
above the stairs, past chair- to tall, dry, grass-
where once, for sure, a lovely garden grew.
But now- loud whispers warned, "do not trespass"!
I started backing up and then- oh, no!
The murmurings became a screeching scream!
Both ghost and house exploded in a glow-
as I woke up- to end my dreadful dream!
July 15, 2020
~1st Place~
Contest: Decaying House
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged: July 19, 2020
Rules:
Write a poem on the theme of finding a decaying house
Use the 10 words (shown in bold) once only and in any order
Title is three words only from poem's first line
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