Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Tangled Woods
As leaf pods fell to earth like grassy snow,
The unpaved, woodsy path, a mossy trail
that lured me ever deeper, bent to know
what wonders to unfold, to sip the grail.
But skies began to darken, lifted eyes
alert, while soggy grounds beneath me shifted,
Instead my senses screamed: “This isn’t wise!”
Trees swayed and bent ’til trembling trunks were rifted.
Fears began to roil,“The clouds shifted,
casting an ominous shadow on the ground.”
The dreaded veil of horror now was lifted,
I shrunk in awe, this knowledge; perilous, profound.
Begun as springtime saunter, like a child,
Ended rolling in the deep, dark wild.
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Written for the Speakeasy #161 grid, per the following rules:
“Your post must be dated May 11, 2013, or later.
Submissions must be 750 words or fewer.
Submissions must be fiction or poetry.
You must include the following sentence ANYWHERE in your submission: “The clouds shifted, casting an ominous shadow on the ground.”
You must also include a reference to the media prompt”… “Rolling in the Deep”
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Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
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Home Sweet Home
Opal Reflections 
Fantastic imagery as always Joanne -beautiful poetry and I loved the lush image accompanying it 🙂
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Love the way you wove the prompt into this. Great poem! ♥
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Your comment is especially appreciated.
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Wonderful rhythm! As others have said, you worked that prompt line in perfectly! I thought it would be hard with a poem, but it really worked here.
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Thanks for your comment and for reading my entry. I love ‘Grail’ too!
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I love this; it really appeals to me. You had me hooked by the word ‘grail’!
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Sometimes a cheery little walk can become alarming in an instant. I happened upon two turkey vultures one day, as they were rummaging through fallen tree trunks and piles of nasty dead bushes. They began squawking…my little doggie started barking…I high-tailed it out of there. Thanks, Janna..
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Beautiful poem! I like how the tone changes from carefree to frightening. (It would be frightening for a saunter to lead to the deep, dark wild!)
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This was beautiful and lyrical. 🙂
God bless you,
Cheryl
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Thanks, Cheryl. Thanks for stopping by.
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Thanks, Suzanne.
This was a cool prompt and I still can’t get “Rolling in The Deep” out of head!
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Ooh, I love this! Your imagery is fantastic, and I love how it darkens throughout the poem. Beautifully done, Joanne! 🙂
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This was nice and I love the photo.
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I love the photo too. The tangled foreground could be an ominous omen.
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I love your use of rhyme in this poem. Even the prompt sentence fits in seamlessly. Lovely.
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Thank you. Iambic pentameter is usually cooperative. This time I was able to make it work.
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