The Ogre

From about 5 years ago and recently found again<333

There lies an ogre

At the far end of the woods

In a small feild

Where red poppies once stood

 

For the feild is his prison

Where he ponders

In this place of thoughts

No one smart wanders

 

Townsfolk fear him

Soon old rumors spread far

Tales of a monster

With a black hole for a heart

Reviews

[nostal]

very simplistic yet enchanting write

[Bare trees]

Good poem. I feel for him as well.

[Lily Mae]

I feel for him.. Trolls are often so misunderstood. I love your use of the field and then to add the red poppies. That created a great picture of him and his isolation. I happen to love Trolls..well I'm a Trollette ;) xx Awesome write ..