I Came Quite Late

I came quite late, stumbling through

a barren woods.

Something stirred--a hunger for a beating heart,

bone and sinew still unfouled.

From the door bare eyes blazed

a warning, beware

before you cross this threshold

take care, remember

you've come of your own compunction,

what finds you is only your reluctance.

This is an empty stage now,

swept of meaning--

the curtain fell for want

of any genuine ovation.

The actors left, only apparitions

of a time etched from misery,

forever confined to haunt these woods,

this house of ill-repute.

And I, a shadowy soul,

can only stop and wonder

what roads led me here,

what winds might carry me on.

Ken e Bujold

2022

Reviews

[Lonicera]

very interesting I like how you set the stage of the reading and followed the feel of the read of mysterious and interesting yet gave it a humbleness of reality.

[Ken e Bujold]

Thanks for kind review Loni, glad you enjoyed the walk along with me through the woods

[Lonicera]

it was a most enjoyable walk ! keep writing