Through the dusk of crunchy leaves, crooked branches
at last a light, yet blurred to my eyes
I have trod a course for hours
circling full to fears of hinterland
alone, my pulse beats like a blender
at the trust this glow
I squint to view, receives me
I carry on, steps cautious
with my ancient
handmade stick
astute that prickly twigs
may snatch my eyelids
in the dark purple
As I footstep closer
I discern an old man
in a rocker with spectacles
I rap on the old wood door
the elder promptly greets me
with an inquisitive look
I'm lost, I say
He chuckles and invites me for tea
as I am thirsty from my hapless trek
A wonderfully atmosic write. Excellent metaphor for so much of today.
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
Thank you so much Ken, appreciate it.
Best
B.
PS I wii get to your work, not to.. read moreThank you so much Ken, appreciate it.
Best
B.
PS I wii get to your work, not to worry
A wonderful trek through a threatening and lost land ending in finding comfort and welcome peace. A wonderful Allegory and metaphor for finding one's way in this life.
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
Thank you Soren for stopping by and reviewing my poem.
Best, Betty
This is one of those poems that makes me hope for a sequel. Intriguing poetry. Mystery wants to be solved leaving the reader wanting more. Why the trek? Who's the old man? What do you discuss over tea? Fun mysterious read.
The poetry. A beginning for a tale. I liked the wandering and finding a place to rest. You left a open ending. I wanted to know more. What did they talk about? Thank you dear Betty for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote
Oh deliciously dark and creepy
and the photo matches this piece
perfectly ...im liking this scary write
Well Done...
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
Thanks Fran for a lovely review; interesting that I never felt it was haunting….perhaps the settin.. read moreThanks Fran for a lovely review; interesting that I never felt it was haunting….perhaps the setting was a bit creepy…..Best,
B.
I loved this, and the picture...eerie...
It would have felt creepy to find that cabin there, and the setting would have made me hesitant to approach.
But I would have...I like Scary.
The visuals of this piece are brilliant and the storytelling makes just that much better. I love how differently this one can be read, and how the story unfolds. ‘Crooked branches, at last a light’. This poem really does feel like hope, and it’s just beautifully written. Thank you for sharing!
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
Wow! Another great review from you, love it! Than you so much.
My love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..