Giants’ Respose

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Dark giants upon the loam prostrate lie

Clothed in robes of emeald green

Shadows incroach upon their slumber

As canopy roof hides them from the sky

How came these titans to here rest?

What labours prompted their long repose?

Was it feats of consequence grand

That fatigued them beyond the power to stand?

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Padre

Gothic 8

Pixabay

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Why have you come to my forest,

And at the sunset arrive?

What do you hope to find here?

Will you leave my wood alive?

 

Padre

 

Nocturnal Glimpses

Image by Susan Cipriano from Pixabay  

Shadows
Dark – Primeval
Moonlit – But Without Warmth
Chill Breezes Make Hairs Stand On End
As Haunting Owls’ Calls Pierce
The Nocturnal
Woodland

 

Why Then
In Forest Dark –
At Night-time – Dare I Tread?
Forsaking The Sunshine’s Safety –
Filling My Heart With Dread –
While others are
Abed?

 

I Pass
This Way In Hope
That I Might Chance To See
The Face Of A Fair Forest Sprite
And She In Turn See Me –
Then I Content
Will Be

 

But Sprites
You Say Are Myths –
Fables – Just Make Believe
But You Dearest One – Are The Sprite
The Vision Beautiful
That I So Long
To See

 

Padre

Into the Woods: A Tanka

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Into the woods go
Through primeval forest tread
Over fallen logs
And twisted undergrowth dense
Canopy thick overhead

 

Padre

 

Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt: Into the Woods