(a pantoum poem) inspired by a prompt at #dversepoetspub (2021)

https://dversepoets.com/2023/03/14/poetics-poetry-of-place-and-space/

thanks Ingrid for reminding me of this poem with this prompt about place and space.

this one I wrote in 2021 about the place where my head space was it’s happiest. (2023)

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 is 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.

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/