Possessed
In deep dark forest Horrors dwell
Wild beasts, cruel traps, or far, far worse.
Danger lurks in every hidden knell
Where even trees have the Devil's curse
From rotted trunks tendrils immerse
Roots that probe the Earth's very shell
Deeply, to the very Gates of Hell
For angry demons to gain traverse
AH HA HA HA Ha Haaaaaaaaa!
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Author Notes
Faces emerge
This is a photograph I took on Harriet Island near St. Paul, Mn. It struck me as having a dozen evil, smirking faces coming out of the trunk, as if it was possessed. The demons were trying to break free. It inspired me to write this poem.
Animated stills are poems where inanimate objects take on human, animal, or spirit forms, traits, or articles. They are derived from Photographs I have taken, that have moved me to write a poem associated with it.
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