We were alone, the forest was dark.
The meandering journey of stars and the moon
formed a crescent above our heads.
You clung to me, whispering anything,
just to drive away the terrible sounds.
The bestial cacophony was my lullaby.
But you were never a forest child
like me.
We were alone, the forest was dark.
To me, the fear in your eyes
was just another jejune make-believe of yours.
Our silhouettes outlined the night sky.
The dirge of the animals for the day,
so familiar to me, so comforting,
trembled your limpid soul.
We were alone, the forest was dark.
I thought I knew you through and through.
So I should have seen,
I should have known.
Your cozy existence left you unprepared
for the febrile wonders
of the forest at night.
We were alone. The forest was dark.
Author notes
Option #1.
Jejune is one of my favorite words ever – at the beginning of the school year we had to read an essay for history by an ex-Nazi who thought Copernican linear history (or something like that) was "jejune and meaningless," and now I try to use jejune in every history paper. /randomness.
A contest entry
- Options for everyone! (prewrites also allowed) by anoetic poet.
450 points, ended April 25, 2007, 28 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Honesty is appreciated!
Comments
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"The bestial cacophony was my lullaby.
But you were never a forest child
like me."
The imagery is beautiful and I think there is a deeper meaning here... Maybe how opposites attract, but may not adhere... Fantastic job! Thanks for entering and good luck!
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I'm surprised this hasn't gotten commented on sooner . This seems to convey an cryptic message but your structure made it tasteful .
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