2022 poetry marathon hour 2 – “the fading fae forest”

 

Prompt line chosen from

“Stopping by woods on a snowy evening” by Robert Frost

~line selected: ‘Whose woods these are I think I know’~

 

The woods were astonishingly beautiful

They were

They WERE

Lush, a verdant green that was an invitation in and of itself 

So SO achingly lovely that even now, years later, the longing bites deep in my chest

It really should have been a clue

Being so green

Nothing here is like that

So whose woods were these?

I returned, to find them gone

How does one move a forest?

Thinking back I wondered for so long

Wondered on which strange land such beauty was loaned from

But whose woods these are I think I know now

And in truth the Ents seem the most likely shepherds for such a move

I hope, if I am lucky, that will I see their fair forest pass by before I leave this world

To see that truely *impossible* green just one. more. time.
…. and sooth the longing in my aching heart that has truly never left it

 

Merry – LordCricket 2022 poetry marathon