The Poetry Marathon

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
Though not all who roam within them sleep.

In my dreams I am the pretty red fox,
I sniff the night air and lurk behind rocks.

These amber eyes seek any moving shadow,
Perhaps a sleek rabbit entering its burrow.

Tonight, it seems, there will be no luck,
Into their cosy lairs my prey have snuck.

Over roots and mossy stones, I leap again,
Hurrying towards the welcome warmth of my den.

Prompt 2: Poetry Marathon 2022. Sample by Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from The Poetry of Robert Frost. 

Poem 1: The ways of water

I have seen the ways of water
giving life, then taking it away

the gentle stream that feeds a village
swells to consume it within a day

innocent frolics in the bright blue pool
may become tragedy all too soon

mighty is the ocean that coveys you to shore
and mighty still, it swallows you under the moon

without the ways of water, they say
we would undoubtably perish

beware the dangers, but the fresh
free, flowing waters we must cherish.

This is my first time participating in the Poetry Marathon. For the longest time, I thought that writing poetry was only for people far more talented, intelligent and sophisticated than myself. Luckily I no longer give a damn, so here we go. I want to challenge myself creatively. I want to be more fearless. So whether my poetry is funny, ridiculous, amazing, embarrassing or just bad, I will be putting it out there!