The forest

(a pantoum poem) inspired by a prompt at #dversepoetspub

last tree standing

The tree gremlins beckon,

This child running out to play,

Among the lined-up pine trees,

With the muntjac deer.

This child running out to play,

Running fast out to join,

With the muntjac deer,

Adrift in this adults’ long before.

Running fast out to join,

The birds silent in the pine trees,

Adrift in this adults’ long before,

Lost in the sound of the trickling river.

The birds silent in the pine trees

Afraid of the chain saws’ hullabaloo,

Lost in the sound of the trickling river,

Haunts the memories of my childhood.

Photo by Egor Kamelev on Pexels.com

Afraid of the chain saws’ hullabaloo,

The pine trees being harvested,

Haunts the memories of my childhood,

As the forest of my childhood shifts its lines.

© 27/3/2021 rogleach

also shared at dverse poets pub oln on april fools day https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/01/oh-my-its-april-fools-day/

10 thoughts on “The forest

    1. Thank you. I do feel i little over welmed. Sometimes by the fact that most herr are university educated but i have had to teach myself the ways of the poet from thise around me. Dverse is agreat place for this.

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  1. I still battle with my feeling that the restrictions of some poetic forms extinguish freedom of creativity. Nonetheless, you’ve conquered the pantoum quite well!

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