The dark
caught up with us
& stole
our eyes.
it laughed
at our map!
Took up the minor path
we had been
following
(wriggling like a worm)
then threw
it aside
into the nothingness.
Scared...the map just...stared.
A boney branch
knocked the torch
out of my hand
& the light
ran away.
An owl hooted with laughter.
Even a river & its tributary
was eaten up
by the silence.
The dark
held us tight
in its fist.
We could feel
its breath
upon our face.
Our heartbeat
chisled like heiroglyphs
a fear
that could be read
and touched.
'Where are we? '
you barely dared
to ask.
'Nowhere...I know! '
I nervously laugh.
We staggered on
into the future
hoping to stumble
somehow upon
a present
finally finding
some lost time
that we could
recognise
as our own
two frightened little humans
glad to be
home
sweet
home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Donall! This made me laugh and gasp with the imagery you fashioned and the story you created. Everything seems to come alive and threathen you! I love the last lines about the two very frightened humans glad to be home sweet home. You make it sound like you were lost in the midst of a horror movie instead of just in the woods. Made me chortle(been a long time since I chortle o yeah!) and smile all the while I read it. You are the most superb of story tellers! love a scared and frightend Dee Dee unable to find her way out of this forest of words