The foothills are rueful and evasive today
Their outline glow seems palled and
The twilight reluctant to give up the light
The sun a dull emboss on weak pink,
With rays like wrinkled fingers crawling.
A lethargic passing of a day
Clasped by avian claws a hare’s mangled fur
Wriggly worms feasting on rotting mouse
Crafty spider weaving zombie bags
An aloof mantis lops off her lover’s head
A woodsman felling venerable trees
The air reeking with scents of battered wood
I promised to keep this to myself
As I looked away from the scene
I shudder to think of the mayhem
Happening everyday in a sleepy glade
But, some things in the foothills
Are better left veiled in gorgeous green
Eddie you did a great job describing the forest and the workings of life in the woods, a very memorable write. A 10
A very well written piece, which gives us an insight into the media, 10 Lynda xx
This very interesting poem vividly focuses on nature around us, and is quite descriptive in describing some of the scenes. The dense foliage often hides not just the animals and critters of nature, but the damage done by humans as well. Not just to the forests or trees, but to fellow human beings who were murdered for some obscure reason, their bodies tossed in among the dense foliage and out of sight. The wonders of nature, and of human beings as well, when seen on the surface appear quite wonderful. But a look underneath, like your fine poem does, tells a different story. Carl.
Captivating! Emanating from a place, all is felt and witnessed!
I enjoyed this one Eddie most people only see the verdent green. Nature is for us all to enjoy, thank you. Bob
A very nice piece of work writing by you.Thank you for sharing it with us. Edward Kofi Louis.
I like the descriptiveness of the second stanza and it sets up your final thoughts beautifully.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are a fine imagist and an artful realist. Excellent write. Warm regards, Sandra