Swathed in autumn equinox
sunlight paints her hair
Dryad of the silver woods
trespassers beware.
She guards the trees with fierce pride
no harm she lets befall
no sharpened axe or huntsman
has ever come to call.
Fair of face but dark of heart
inside the forest grounds
she will watch them till she dies
as forest life abounds.
Step not yourself inside her realm
or you will taste her breath
as singing and unfeeling
she leads you to your death.
Author notes
Prompt Number 49
Picture credit -
http://kells-ari.deviantart.com/art/season-103363367
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired, :) by ForgottenMemories.
400 points, ended January 28, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This was so unusual, but quite spectacular.
I really enjoyed it; the flow and rhyme were perfect and you made it seem strong but it was also beautiful and soft.
Well done, I loved it!
Thanks for entering and good luck!
-ForgottenMemories -
Oh nice take on the prompt. Dark and light al in the one. Excellent rhyme and flow again.
Best wishes in the contest.
Gaylene
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well done, nice rythme.
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