A Walk in the Woods

Today, I found the time to visit one of my favourite prompt sites – D’Verse, and here’s what I wrote to their Tuesday Poetic prompt:

Let Me Take You To The Forest Of Our Youth

Again, and stay there with you under the dark green
Branches of the trees and relish
our kiss.
The trees look eternal, so does our love.
The grass we step on is a mixture of softness and pricky-ness.
The air – rich in odours and slumber, full of terrors and wonders.
The forest of our youth, beyond which nothingness rules
Where we don’t care to walk or look for friends
For all we need is here, under our feet and in our hands.

© 2025, soulmary

Whirl of Timid Phantoms

A decent wordle was prompted yesterday at the Sunday Whirl:

Image: Sunday Whirl

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Birds picking at the dry wood

Announce the hour has struck.

 

Up along the rocky hills

Sweep phantoms

Not daring to walk through new house walls.

 

Although we never hesitate,

Leaping across the brook divide

Between now and forever,

Demands from us exceeding efforts.

 

We still prefer to stick to the hollow

Contract of security.

© Mariya Koleva, 2012