An eerie little poem for your enjoyment.
It's fiction but inspired by a little cave I found this weekend on my woodsy walk ;)
(minus the ghostly whispers! "OooooOOOO!" heheh) Also a bit of a message in this one.
Willow's Bluff (Part 1)
by Amy Swanson 2.9.2009
The other day I found myself
restless and ill at ease,
so I thought I'd take a walk
forget my cares in spring's warm breeze.
The forest was so beautiful
and trees, once dead, were turning green
I couldn't help but marvel
at life's mysteries I had seen.
I started on the well worn path
and thought I heard a sound;
it made me jump, I turned to look,
but no one was around.
The sunlight streamed so gloriously
upon my tear stained face
my heart felt light, forgotten cares
just being in this place.
And then it happened once again
I know I heard a noise!
I stopped now, to investigate
This hidden, quiet voice.
I wandered off the walker's trail
into the woods much deeper
I chanced upon a darkened cave
... and the cave's gatekeeper.
A mystical sight to behold
unearthly glowing light
it rose a bit up from the ground
then faded from my sight.
I made my way into the cave
and there it was... that voice again...
slowly I embarked
My flashlight shining at full force
was still not bright enough
to counter with this deepening dark
I'd found near Willow's Bluff.
I heard the eerie whispers now
quite clearly, in my ear
first one, then two, now several more
and though my pioneer
spirit got me into this,
I felt that it was time to flee!
I turned and ran the opposite way
the voices though, were still with me!
I thought I knew the way back out
I tripped my way along
my flashlight flickered one last light
... I found that I was wrong...
somehow my turns had led me
down a path I did not know;
I turned to walk the other way -
but there was no place left to go.
*continue to Part 2*
Copyright © Amy Swanson | Year Posted 2009
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