The tall barren trees
called to me, it seemed
the bleak treetops entreated
what did you do?
A cold thought blended with the cold air
I walked unsteady below them
calling to me a song of betrayal:
what did you do?
The bleak treetops moaned
a wailing screaming lilting chorus
the wind pushed them to my ears
what did you do?
Barren sirens these were
caressing me with dry branch sorrow
women of dark wood, plaintive
whispering what did you do?
What did you do?
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Mystery in this. What did you do? Personifying of the trees reminds me of some other set of words that I heard many times, and like.
yes the mystery…what DID you do? I ask that all the time…ghosts visit me. thanks for the insightful comment as always!
I find this very beautifully expressed
Deep & poetic ink
thank you. I appreciate your reading and comments more than perhaps you know.
A gentle and unsettling interrogation. I like this.
thank you…gentle and unsettling…yes…