(30.04.1984 / South East, London)

41 - A Silent Wood

One early morn inside the silent wood
Beneath the ghostly trees where I stood
A wise brown owl perched upon a tree
Clouded in darkness and misery

The ferns tied fast around thy feet
Covered in a blanket of soft white sleet
The golden leaves that fell from grace
The raindrops that fell upon thy face

Upon a moss covered stone I did sit
Beneath the parliament who did flutter and flit
I gazed through gloom like one
Whose life had frayed and came undone

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Comments (2)

Dark imagery mixed with deep expression... well done, Nicola! ! Brian
A winter mood, very deep and expressive. The stanzas sing, but the wood does not. Ten without hesitation, Nicola. Warmest regards, Sandra