i search the wild place
inside you where you left me
you invited me into your woods
under the pretense of a picnic
i expected sandwiches under
these trees, to serve tea, watch
the sunlight dapple the leaves
but i have become lost inside you
my compass is slag in my hand
stars move about the sky unfixed
where the earth should be hard
it moves like water
caught in some legned or fairy tale
i curse myself for not leaving
a trail of small white stones
and listen in this silence for your voice
——
the secret keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #35
5 Words: | WOODS | LEGEND | WILD | HARD | SERVE |
Words and Feathers 
Deep and surreal poem. I doubt if even trail of stones would’ve helped you out of there. You are lost.
Lost forever. Who wants to be found, anyway?
My marbles certainly do not. 😉
I love when people get lost in the woods. It’s like a scavenger hunt for me.
Definitely has the gestalt of a fairy tale. Great imagery. (K)
Thank you!
I like this. I don’t understand the deeper meaning but I do like the word ‘slag’.
Yeah, I don’t always get it either. Sometimes it’s like automatic writing. Slag is a great word. I saw it somewhere. Blimey. I can’t remember where.
Well done!! What a magical, mystical place you have created with your words…
Thank you!
Love it! So glad I stumbled upon your site, these are some really cool poems!
Now now, you didn’t really expect sandwiches and tea here did you? hehe 🙂
Thank you very much! Enjoy your stay here.
And who knows what’s hidden in the picnic basket?