The Witch in the Woods

Walking through the woodland, I felt I was not alone,

I had the strangest feeling, of walking through a home.

But who would live in forests, deep within these trees,

a cold wind blew right through, it wasn’t make believe.

Oh yes, there’s tales of witches here, that was years ago,

would they still be in these trees, I really didn’t know.

I pulled my coat tight round me, quickened up my pace,

I hadn’t thought a nature walk would turn into a race.

As I left the forests depths, I turned once more around,

and carved into the boulder, a witches face I found.

Now that I am safe and warm, I’m trying hard to see,

What a witch would really want, with silly little me.

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Yesterday I went on a nature walk, I wasn’t alone, I was with a friend.  It was a beautiful place in Sussex , Lake Wood.  We had a lovely afternoon walking around.  The place was fabulous, woods, a lake, amazing boulders, stairways, caves and tunnels.  We took some great photos  which I’m sure I will be posting at some point.

We both said it felt a bit spooky, the tunnels and caves had markings engraved, pentacles and the like but we kept on and enjoyed our walk.

Later that evening on telling a friend we had visited these woods, he told us it was supposed to be haunted by a witch who would chase you out of the woods, we laughed and  joked we were lucky to have escaped.

Now is it my very far fetched imagination, or can you also see a woman running towards me on the rock in the photos!

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Panic – DP

I’m feeling somewhat fragile, my mind is in a spin.

I’m walking on a knife edge, where did it begin.

With my nerves in tiny pieces, trembling as I go.

Don’t tell me not to panic, I’m highly strung you know.

What if it really happens, where will we be then.

Don’t patronize me,  I don’t want to count to ten.

Your not helping in the slightest, you might as well go home.

Oh, just you wait a moment, while I get the phone.

It’s okay, panics over, they got there safe and sound.

What do you mean you told me, I never heard a sound.

Now that it is really over, let us share some time.

I will cook the dinner and you can pour the wine 😉

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Fun response to Daily Prompt – Panic

The Setting Sun


 

As I sit here in the autumn sun,

I compare it to my life.

It’s weaker now and gentle,

no longer shines as bright.

It strokes my arm with tender care,

with warmth it touches me.

That it joined me on my journey,

is plain for all to see.

It’s dimmer now but just as true,

its rays are full of love.

As it sets, before it dies,

it paints joy in skies above.


Gift to the Rose

 

 

 

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Take any rose and look some more,

you’ll see that it is made up of four.

The head, the stem, then leaves and thorns,

each of these a rose adorns.

Her head the beauty pulls us in,

 thorns so pointed, protecting kin.

The stem she has such a vital task,

to feed the flower so long it may last.

Leaves capturing the light as energy,

assist the plant so she can breath.

And then the roots that we can’t see,

anchoring her in so she can be seen.

Look again when a rose you see,

 generous friends so she can just be. 

Jump – DP

You really made me jump,

I did not know,

that you might return

after having to go.

But there you were

at the end of the bed,

I thought it strange,

maybe in my head.

Oh how I wish now,

I hadn’t  screamed out loud,

my head was foggy,

just a mass of cloud.

I’m sorry you went,

believing I didn’t care,

I really need you near me

again, just over there.

So now I’m prepared,

I sleep with in dimmed light,

hoping and praying,

you’ll return one night.

 

Doubts

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On occasion I feel very small, of little consequence,

see myself as minuscule and maybe just pretence.

Now and then gigantic, my spirit soars right out,

energised with belief you see, oh how I soar about.

Sometimes I look back into my eyes, wonder who I am,

with vacant gaze and little depth, I’m probably a sham.

Occasionally my eyes look back, talk to me somehow,

I dive in deep to find myself, as at times they will allow.

I’ve really only myself to blame, wary of moving on,

of reaching a place of clarity, where I should belong.

I must choose my pathway, keep myself on track,

being in the moment, focused and not looking back.

 

Love Is..


Love is really just a prayer, for all that we hold dear.

Love transcends the universe, it’s really very clear.

Love is a message gently shared, of feelings we hold.

Love is kind and gentle, then sometimes very bold.

Love is really just a thought, our putting wishes out.

For those that that touch our hearts, to never go without.

Love is a tender mantra, we utter as we breath.

When unconditional love is strong, it’s really all we need.


Silence – DP

Silence is where I find myself,

where the true authentic self lives.

A restful place of peace and love, 

it is there my true heart gives.

Gives way to the spirit I truly am,

connects the observing one.

In silence I go to make sense of myself,

mend scars I’ve left undone.

I go deeply into just being,

where fears and complexities lie.

Find harmony in a natural state,

transform like a butterfly.

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via Daily Prompt: Silence

Wishing Well

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Wondrous wishing well, lend me your heart,

The love that you share, I don’t know how to start.

Wondrous wishing well, show me your depth,

So I can find deepness, before my own death.

Wondrous wishing well, teach me charity,

So I can give kindly, without thinking of me.

Wondrous wishing well, how much will it cost.

To restore my souls brightness, before I am lost.

 

Fragile Mother

 

Mother Earth so fragile, yet she lives another day.

Amazing how she does, when treated in this way.

She is really quite amazing, soft is not the word.

That she keeps on turning, is really quite absurd.

If  we treated her with kindness, like she does for us.

She might repair the forests, without making any fuss.

She may put on a nice new cloak, protect us from the sun.

Preparing land for abundant crops, enough for everyone.

Mother Earth is fragile, we have to treat her well.

Mother Earth is getting tired, it seems only time will tell.