Trouble Poetry – The Clearing

Here’s a bit of trouble poetry. The Clearing can sneak up on you like a thief.

The Clearing

If you should stumble upon 
a clearing in the woods
wallow a little

gulp up the sunlight
hold hands across shrubs
and lay down on dark green moss

the magpie will spot you /
the wood's glistening treasure
whisk you off

out of the dark dangerous woods
away from the ghosts and the gremlins
to where rivers are rushing

mild winds caress
soft skins meet
and clearings reign

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