Come In I'Ll Give You Shelter From The Rain Poem by Sandra Martyres
Come In I'Ll Give You Shelter From The Rain
A storm was brewing and I was lost in the woods
Dusty clothes brambles in my sandals
Matted hair I had lost my comb
A dirty face as the water had run out too
Just as I was about to despair I heard this voice say
“Come in, I’ll give you shelter from the rain”
I turned around and was surprised to see
A rather comely lady neatly dressed
I followed her limping along the beaten path
To a cottage on the edge of the woods
As she opened the door I could have sworn
The place was haunted – an owl perched
On the roof was eyeing me stealthily
A black cat ambled across the floor
Towards his mistress almost listlessly
I took two steps back and headed for the door
My hostess said disdainfully “Why young man
Is not this place good enough for you?
Remember I promised you a shelter from the rain”
Before I could reply the sound of thunder
Ranted the air leaving me terrified
I quickly stepped back in and took a deep breath
Hoping to calm myself instead of which
I inhaled strange particles that I could not identify
I almost choked but was afraid to ask for water
Unperturbed, my hostess offered me a tumbler
With a concoction that was good for the throat she said
I thought to myself- In for a penny in for a pound
Just swallowed the stuff as fast as I could and that is
All that I can remember about the lady’s shelter
The following morning I was picked up by a search party
Ambulance – lying unconscious under a large tree
They also opined that I was probably hallucinating
As there was no woman and no sign of a cottage.
poet's poetic hallucination? yes...for, it's a narrative poem written in the first person... good narration Sandra...escaped, you drank it albeit! 10
Well, with such a brilliant poetic line for a title, Sandra, I was looking forward to reading an excellent poem and I was not disappointed. You told this fine tale vividly and quite well and your startling conclusion to it is both logical and the best one that there could be. It was a very enjoyable poem to read, and also to recognize the talent that caused this fascinating write. Carl.
a ghost, a dream, a fantasy, an encounter with an evil spirit, was there a woman involved and did he lose more than his consiousness? ... loved the suspense, the mystery, the intrigue...just wonderful, Sandra!
you have excellent command on writing narrative poems. now this one is open to many interpretations, could be a dream, nightmare, hallucination, glimpse of the maker. wonder what Freud would have to say... the point is it holds the interest till the end like a suspense novel. Mamta
Did this really happen? Very very eerie and I could feel the rain, hut and that ugly old woman...........wow..........chilling experience reading this poem itself.......what to say when it really happens.
a fine poem that keeps you spell bound till the last word, you have mastered the craft of narrating a short story in a nice poetic manner,10++
an intresting story and creepy too.you may not have enjoyed the encounter but i enjoyed reading it.thanks sandra maam.
A haunting encounter indeed. Praise for your rich imagination. Love, SandraX
Intriguing to say the least Sandra... enjoyed it... regards Alf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2025 8:41:17 AM # 1.0.0
Very fine tale, Sandra, with excellent ambiance and many fine, intriguing lines, particularly: A black cat ambled across the floor Towards his mistress almost listlessly... :)