The image is taken from google and edited.
Let the forest weave its charm,
accept the fragrant love of flowers,
notice the birds,
dance to the silent song.
Oblivious of the red sky,
follow the wind's siren.
Witches wait in anticipation;
In the darkest hours,
the magic gains strength.
Caught unaware,
hypnotized by the spell,
enter the forbidden land,
surrender to vanish forever.
I love how the forest enchants and the wind is a siren luring one in! Nice job.
ReplyDeleteI like how you kept the plot key throughout this. I especially liked the foreshadowing (that's ignored by the person being lured in!) in "Oblivious of the red sky, / follow the wind's siren".
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. :)
DeleteIt was an attempt to touch the horror genre for this week.
Your line breaks are lovely: “dance to the silent song” is especially sensual. There is a tone shift between the first and second stanza that was jarring to me. Is the narrator actively ignoring the rising threat?
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteYes. Because they are so lost in the enchanted forest, the threats don't register. It's almost like having an out of body experience.
I mean, I tried to get that effect. Looks like I haven't succeeded.
You wove this acrostic so well I didn't even notice it was one until I reminded myself to check to see. I especially liked "surrender to vanish forever". I am terrible with poetry, but I do like the "sound" of this. It had a nice flowing beat maybe a little like a bubbling cauldron
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. I don;'t think you are really terrible with poetry :)
DeleteYour comparison has poetry in it. ;)