Saturday, 7 February 2009

The written motorway congests a fool.

Well it has been some time.
I've just sent off a story for a short story competition. Wish me luck!
In the mean time, here is a poem:

Skeletons In A Forest

Skeletal trees upon a walkway.
The rain hits their leaves into surrender,
Thunder from a distance.
Footsteps from beneath.
The grey sky above me -
Walking in a sea of leaves.

My thoughts will never leave my mind,
their mine to keep inside.
Books in my bag bang against my knees,
As I remember long lost times.
Music drumming in my ears,
The soundtrack to my life.


The Weaver of Grass said...

I love your poem - it has beautiful imagery.
Good luck with the story completition.

Dominic Rivron said...

Really good - and quite a departure, I thought.

"Hits" or "beats" leaves? The second stanza was my favourite of the two. I like the way the title alludes to things.

Good luck with the competition!

Poetikat said...


I really like the atmosphere in this poem and the way you play upon the senses. I remember that feeling of books in my bag banging. You've taken me back many years.

I think the the second line is very effective, as is the last. Overall it really works.

I also like the look of the purple font on black.

Best of luck!