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.
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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