Day 749 of the Daily Poems. Your Editor finds both a way in and a way out at the entrance to the woods.
The way into the woods
the world changed
at the entrance to the woods
a fleeting sun challenged the dark
of the wet leaves underfoot
they shone
with a glaze of dew
the woods smelled sweet
a perfumed fragrance
all around as the rumour
of a train swelled up from
the cutting below me
and I stumbled
along the narrow tracks
snared by brambles
that caught my arms and shoulders
a wood-pigeon clapt its wings
to blunder away
amidst the branches
a breeze was rising
with the insistence
of a coming storm
the trees clattered above
and a cool freshness
chilled the air
as the sky darkened
omens and portents
snaked their way
through the tangle of briars
and I turned to make my escape
by the way out of the woods
Peter Ualrig Kennedy