Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
While sloshing through the fallen leaves I spied,
A camouflaged encumbrance; steps of stone,
A long-forgotten staircase wedged long-side
my brambled forest path, I stood alone.Transfixed, confounded, searching for the home
or structure high on hill, to which it led,
Yet finding none, I could not help bemoan
or shake the sense of loss, decay and dread.I stared to glean its cold uneven treads,
and wondered of the children once who climbed
to hidden landings, (then I should have fled)
But I was lured by whispers, lost in time.Unseen terror through me cast a chill,
A dream, perchance, and yet it haunts me still.
Written for the Light and Shade Challenge:
I liked that. Seems like we have all been to that lost place, at one time, under the leaves
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Yes. And we were probably there together on occasion😉
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