HINTING AT THE DARKNESS

Prose Poetry

                     Measuring up to the outdoors; harsh, damp,

               with the vagaries of  cold and an old oil lamp;

 

                          Hinting at the darkness,

                            at what lays beneath

 

               Tussling branches,  waver and jerk, ahead of

               tumbling and twisting bedrocks. to which the

              trees,  cling to their expansive appeal, as they

                start to reveal,  their vociferous selves, in

              their early autumn wealth; yellows and oranges,

              converge, as rustics colours constantly emerge. 

 

                          Hinting at the darkness,

                            at what lays beneath

              

                The scene becomes obscured, by wildflowers,

              variously abandoned, mushrooms stand immodestly,

              sulking berries look lost, some are prominent,

                 others seems to hide, if so, who from ?

                      - a charmless, anonymous boss?

Author's Note

Reviews would be welcome.

Reviews

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Such an intriguing write again, Sheema. I have two interpretations in here: First, literally speaking about nature and the change of season, you described a picture of a forest. Second, metaphorically speaking about a scene in a workplace...new boss, new regulations, etc...like changing of season.

Thanks for this thought-provoking piece.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

It is my pleasure, I really appreciate your review and interpretations.

[Lydia Shutter]

Mysterious and intriguing imagery that pulled me between the lines. "early autumn wealth"....I liked the personification of the trees in this line. Very different write of nature. Good one. Lydi**

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thanks so much Lydia!

[Great Aunt Astri]

Well wrtten. Yes it sometimes seems that there is a charmless, anonymous boss overseeing things. But thank goodness Nature is resllient. Love the word pictures you create in your description.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Lovely to receive your compliments, Great Aunt Astri, thank you so very much!

[Dr. Wood ?]

I have to admit that this has lost me....I did enjoy reading it and the phasing was nothing if not interesting, but I have no idea what it is all about

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I think that I was keen to create a sense of intrigue, you know, to play on the mystery and suspense of the darkness, and admittedly wrote the final stanza from the top of my head, thought thanks for reviewing, always appreciated Dr. Wood.

[Sami Khalil]

I feel this poem is about the power of darkness ( or bosses ) of darkness that they wield over their workers who are vulnerable like the fallen leaves and who tumble and twist with their whims. Some kind of sexual advances perhaps which borders on sexual harrasements...Bravo on an interesting poem...The imagery is splendid too...:)...........

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thank you very much for your interesting remarks and for your flattering review, dear Sami!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).....................