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{Inner} Woodland

by Sarah Brookes

A softening crispness
permeating the dappled tresses
of wistful milkfish twilight
as I filter out the silvered leaves
cascading to the murmuring voice
of tranquil brooks beneath my ear...

Come,
hide behind the woodshed with me
laughter in the murky shadows
- We pull at threads between us.

Inked toes in placid waters,
rustle in the dimmed light
of chalky downs and rowan trees
we stamp our feet to territory's soil
dance to the loamy tones, sway
on weary limbs, and fall
on darkened sand...

Our voices lingering on, long after we are claimed.

09/30/2003

Author's Note: More of the same. It's all that seems to be coming out. More of that otherplace.

Posted on 09/30/2003
Copyright © 2024 Sarah Brookes

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kate Demeree on 09/30/03 at 08:19 PM

I love this... and your intro. Wonderland .. is another word for home..... Beautifly captured feelings in this poem...

Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/30/03 at 09:05 PM

Sorrowful with a wisp of hope. Great read and observation on life.

Posted by Amy Niggel on 09/30/03 at 09:23 PM

beautiful words woven into a wonderful picture. great job!

Posted by Don Coffman on 10/11/03 at 06:57 AM

Completely beautiful, a wonderful poem about a ver nice otherplace.

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