Forest Magic

The dirt and graveled path, ribbed with reaching roots

Winds away out of sight

A shaft of sunlight eludes the canopy’s leaves

And strikes the mist, furling, about the dew-soaked trees

The birds chatter, the brush rustles,

The smell of the Earth rises

Suddenly, the myths are real

More real than you

Nymphs and fairies, Pan and the Ents

They are all around, laughing and dancing unseen

The bones of the hills, protruding, demand to be climbed

Secrets and magic in every hollow

A cloud passes over the Sun, and the feeling passes

But not the longing

Reviews

[barleygirl]

When I clicked on your title, I was really hungry for some Forest Magic & you delivered! Many times a poem is not a satisfying fulfillment of what its title promises, but in this case, you fulfilled! I like to do quite a bit of word crafting, finding unusual words, grouping words that sound a certain way together, etc. I notice that you do not do much wordplay. You do poetry that is more like straightforward prose. I like straightforward msgs more than msgs so "out there" I can't understand what a poet is trying to say. So I like your clear honest style of writing & yet you give it lots of imagination too! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Brad]

Thank you. I haven't written anything in awhile because it all feels like garbage. Appreciate the encouragement.

[barleygirl]

I wish you the best in overcoming self-criticism . . . many are plagued by it . . . I've been one of the lucky ones who loves everything I write. I wish I could bottle it & pass it out! It makes writing so much fun! Sorry for gloating . . .

[Samuel Dickens]

Excellent. These well-crafted words appeal mightily to my love of fantasy. Indeed, there is magic in the woods.

[Brad]

Thank you very much!