The Neverwood

Go to the woods and see

“The Neverwood”

 

Don’t wander near the neverwood

When you are on your own –

The trees they are duplicitous,

The paths are overgrown.

 

The moon can’t part the canopy,

The stars won’t shine therein.

Whatever passes those old trees

Won’t come back out again.

 

The oldest forest in the world,

Never touched by human hands.

They say that if you cross its verge

You’ll go to faerieland.

 

There’s nothing in the neverwood

Except what can never be,

What never was and never will

Also cross its boundaries.

 

Don’t wander near the neverwood,

Keep to the road that leads to town.

Should you got lost in the neverwood

You never would be found.

Reviews

[Michelle Espinosa]

this poem reminds me of childhood and that wonderful squealing with delight at terrible fears we could conjure in nature.

thoroughly enjoyable.