What wonders wander through the wood,
on ancient trails
where
witches stood
To chant
the rites
renewing earth,
Ensuring
plant and beast rebirth.
There's magic
here
along these trails,
With plank strewn bridge
and oaken rails
that lead you
deeper
through the growth,
to fear,
or joy,
or
maybe both.
The path can take you
left or right
so bright by day,
so dark
by night.
The choice you make
will set the
tone.
Make sure
you don't go there
alone.
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Author Notes
This path into the woods looked like a path of ancient bearing to me. I thought of the old druid and celtic tales that carried connotations of good as well as evil, depending on how you looked at it. Therefore, I used the word "pagan" to describe it, because that word carries dual inferences. Most think of the word as "non-christian", and I gave that meaning some play here. But the word derives from the Latin "pagus", meaning "of the country" (as we might say, "out in the boondocks"). I intended that meaning too. So here is the poem my photograph inspired.
This poem is a Free Style Poem.
A Free Style poem is a subset of Free Verse. It lacks formal structure, but carries rhyme.
This picture was taken by the author himself on October 16, 2014.
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