fallen

you are running

your hair is twisting behind you

like a flame

you run

from what

is it fear

or is it amusement

you slow, and come to a dark cottage

the fear 

it remains

you slip in

to see a single black rose

it twists, and morphs

into a tree

the branches twisted

ready to hold

to hurt

it twists, yet again

into a small rabbit

the rabbit stare's

waiting 

knowing how much you have fallen

a last time it morphs

into a black wolf

it lunges

you are gone

years later

in the place of that cottage

for it has burned down

is a old wise oak

with a single rose sitting on the ground

waiting for the next person to come

to morph

yet again 

and they will to

be fallen

Reviews

[Victoria Elizabeth]

Very good, Jennie, nice piece

[Voice]

This is a nice piece and a wonderful read! Great write!!

Voice

[Tina Kline]

I find this poem very impressive. It is like a fable or legend. Love the imagery you use in this too.

[Misty Blue Eyes]

interesting poem....