Deep Forest.
Just my imagination. I wanted the layout to be as random as my thoughts were. It reads a little like a chant.
Secret places, shy places;
The wild rivers run,
voices calling, raising, falling,
catch a kiss from
noon-day’s sun.
Leaves a’rustle
chase and tussle,
tumble lost with silent faces
cluster now in
darker spaces.
Hides and hollows,
light and shade
sequestered path,
and forest glade.
Shadow’s hand to
call the moon
dark the oak, carved
deep the rune.
Weather’d limbs far years
to show, scars the heart
the eye to know.
© sweetwater 2023
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Funny you mention witches, it did take itself down that route, a fire hooded figures dancing and chanting, but I dragged it back just in time hehe. I’m pleased you enjoyed it, so no frog hopping for you 🙂 Sue.