Wheres Joan Poem by Lee Fones

There was a solitude groan
From within dark wood
Remembering the tail of Joan
Her fate misunderstood

She had been missing
Since nineteen twenty two
Out with boyfriend kissing
Well nothing else to do

Then a stranger did appear
Jumped out at them in mist
Blood it was all a smear
Her boyfriend bled at wrist

As for Joan nobody knows
Where she had vanished to
With her shadows expose
For the likes of me and you

She is seen most nights
In that wood so dark
Giving people frights
To give that scary spark

She is now ninety three
I presume she's still alive
There's hut by an oak tree
And a concrete drive

Shaking as I walked up
Towards that tiny hut
I could smell her tea cup
And sinking feeling in my gut

I heard a booming voice
This wasn't Joan
It was our Joyce
So where the heck is Joan