in dark woodland

dusk arising


crouched in dark woodland
listening.....

thrust of powerful midnight wings,
furtive scamperings tread secret trails,
wary, scenting human
upon the musty air.
And brock stays besett
for tonight i am fear,
alien, where no-one treads this hour.
Treetrunks creak harmony
to windswept boughs
kissed by moonlight
as thin, in the cool night
distant reynard screeches his love
carried on the wind
through shapeless darkness

I am here just to be here
   to witness a part of creation
       closed to us in our self centred humanity
            to experience one more 'beautiful'
                 hidden to us
                      yet real as the night itself
                           here to be humbled by my insignificance

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 22nd, 2019 03:16
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Comments6

  • Fay Slimm.

    So poetic and atmospheric this write of time spent in dark woodland as night brings out its secret happenings -- the final stanza brought me near tears
    - - -so powerfully realized is human insignificance to such survival. A verse to save and read over again.

    • dusk arising

      Thank you Fay. I am one of those who has to 'feel' the emotion whilst writing of it. Often i have tears of emotion whilst writing poetry and when touched by others words. Writing this was no exception.

    • orchidee

      A fine write dusk.

    • Poetic Dan

      Memories Of walking/running through the dark woods for shortcuts when younger. Really Enjoyed this

      • dusk arising

        Ha ha, your comment has reminded me of forays into the woods etc at night as a teenager.... back then there were other things on my mind, no stopping to take in the atmosphere etc. A young man's interests lay elsewhere.

      • Michael Edwards

        Super work dusk

      • Neville

        Well I can't argue with what Fay said down there, nor could I have said it any better.. a seriously enjoyable bit o poetry... N

        • dusk arising

          Cheers Neville, pleased you enjoyed... yes Fay definitely has the way with words.

          • Neville

            absolutely sir....

          • Goldfinch60

            Super write d a, I was there spreading my insignificance with you.

            • dusk arising

              Thank you Goldfinch. You are a spiritual soul sir and i know you totally felt the last verse.



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