This poem was written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. You can join the fun at https://scvincent.com/2017/01/19/thursday-photo-prompt-lantern-writephoto/
Thick tendrils of mist embrace the thick base;
The ancient trunk transforms into an eerie face;
Deep knotholes become dark hooded eyes;
A missing chunk of bark, a mouth that sighs.
Frothy fronds of foliage, a frame of hair;
In entirety a figure of torturous despair;
A screeching owl rents the dark;
Making my anxiety feel keen and stark.
I plunge along the path to escape its leer;
Knowing my friends at this would sneer;
To venture into the forest just before dawn;
Nothing could be easier, I’d thought with scorn.
I topple over a root, and tear off my nail;
I jump up and run on, before my nerves can fail;
The glimmer of a lantern appears up ahead;
I trade dim trees for houses and light instead.
by Robbie Cheadle
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