Was she ever evergreen!

She said she was....
evergreen,
but the fall showed
her true colours,
no longer graced
by her former beauty
she was all
roots and branches;
bare, crooked, menacing;
groaning from old age
she watched your every move
under her striking shadows
while her creaking long talons
brushed ever so lightly, slowly
against the back of your neck.

There was a rustle in the wood today
followed by a muffled cry
and you were gone....

Reviews

[Karen Redburn]

I enjoyed this. Makes me wonder if it is the start of a story. Horror tale perhaps? Anyway, wonderful piece, well composed and easy readability. Cheers!

[Wendy Seames Garner]

I was enjoying your poem with its metaphors, thinking it was about a woman who wasn't really what she professed to be, but then you put in the line about "groaning from old age" and I was turned off. That made it sound like you had no use for the woman once her beauty had faded with age.

[andrew mitchell]

No reference to women in regard to age, it was in reference to old trees that creak and moan from old age and loose their leaves, I actually see beauty in dead trees with their sculptural looks. Thanks for reading Wendy and enjoy the festive season with you and yours.

[Wendy Seames Garner]

I have a friend who loves trees and is making it his life's work to plant as many as he can. Season's greetings, Andrew!

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Sounds like a Mother In Law! God help us!

Love the metaphors and comparisons in this one, Andrew. And it ends in a superbly chilling way.

Well Done.

[andrew mitchell]

Lol what a thought! Thank you Doodley and have a happy Christmas to you and yours.