Welcome inside the forest

Welcome inside the forest

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Don’t go into
the woods today.
The trees are on
the hunt they say.
You’ll disappear
without a trace
no longer will
you have a face.
They’ll use autumn
as the perfect cover
stand alone
you’ll discover
the trees are hungry
in the woods today
their menu is
blood and bone
they say.

© 2023 andrew mitchell


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That's okay, I like to live dangerously!
But your imagery reminds me of a wet hollow behind my grandparents' home in rural Tennessee. I was only five or six the first time I explored its dark recesses; I remember its whisper quiet, and brooding presence as though it was yesterday. Near the dank, muddy bottom was a large hollow tree... I looked in there and found a cow's skull looking back at me... It is a memory I cherish, and thank you for the reminder!

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

As a kid I remember the wind through tall pine trees had an eerie chill, spooky. thanks Vol.
You know they say around here that the sidhe and trees have got you and you will only return in a year and a day. I love this mystical write Andrew.

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Thanks Ken, forests have an aura uniquely theirs which seem mystical and haunting.
You reminded me here of the Day of the Triffids. Can you remember that book and film from way back Andrew. Plants that came to life and were hungry for humans:)

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Yes, I've seen all the movies and read the book. Great stuff.
Indeed, never trust a hungry tree. They'll tear you limb from limb.

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Watch out for their bark too! Thanks John.
trees can certainly be intimidating....

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Thank you J.
dear Andrew… my hair has become like Golden leaves in the Breeze… the mystery of becoming One with the Great Oak…my final Resting Place where strength and ❤️ Love abide… gently, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Thank you Pat for you4 words.
"the trees are hungry
in the woods today
their menu is
blood and bone
they say."

Posted 1 Year Ago


"You’ll disappear
without a trace
no longer will
you have a face."

Posted 1 Year Ago


I guess the hunter becomes hunted as I take it from your smart pen. We might be wading into the law of the jungle.
Awesome.....................

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

A whimsical write Sami but thank you very much for stopping by.
Sami Khalil

1 Year Ago

Wow! You are welcome sir Andrew.

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Added on March 22, 2023
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