OH HARK 18
His hand went to his jaw in horror absolute
He stifled a groan , but the pain was acute.
With bloodshot eyes at him he glared
In righteous indignation his nostrils flared.
He turned on his heels threateningly shaking a finger.
Took a few steps and near a tree did linger.
Eyes riveted on a peacock majestically preening.
"Of this word aboulomaniac , I know not the meaning.
Am literate, but not well read", these words fell into his ears
Rocking his body with an anger fierce.
"I am not a dictionary, mind you, go ask your daughter
Do you not remember that you had lost her?"
With these words into the forest he darted.
His cheek stinging with the pain inflicted by the man cruel hearted.
The lost man ran after him in apologetic profusion
"Please forgive me, I am plagued by confusion".
But in one angry stride toward the javelin he lunged
And with two more strides into the forest he plunged
Where the daughter waited in throes of apprehension
Trying to barricade her mind from a chaotic confusion.
In the heart of the forest she sat next to a Pine
Staring into the distance not at all feeling fine.
She got up and stretched as her tired muscles cramped
She had a severe headache and she felt swamped.
Suddenly cold tendrils of mist enveloped her body frail
and the forest was lashed by a storm of hail.
She shuddered ; there was darkness at noon
Feeling as though she were about to swoon.
Now a gut wrenching scream rent the air
In the fog festooned forest was someone cocking a dare?
What forlorn spirit, did lurk in the forest dark
what anguished ghost was pleading for help,oh hark!
Pulling her shawl around her, she got up as though in a trance
Her heart rebelled loudly in the all pervasive silence
Armed with a false bravado stealthily she walked
the insects talked , the sloughing of the trees mocked .
A mangy little dog eyed her with utter distaste
As she walked past it in befuddled haste .
A couple of skeletal hens by her side skittered.
The birds stopped chirping and their wings no longer fluttered.
A gasp escaped her lips , her small hand went to he chest
As another blood curdling scream pierced the forest
Cautiously she threaded her way through the wilderness
Onwards she staggered, her nerves a mess.
He stifled a groan , but the pain was acute.
With bloodshot eyes at him he glared
In righteous indignation his nostrils flared.
He turned on his heels threateningly shaking a finger.
Took a few steps and near a tree did linger.
Eyes riveted on a peacock majestically preening.
"Of this word aboulomaniac , I know not the meaning.
Am literate, but not well read", these words fell into his ears
Rocking his body with an anger fierce.
"I am not a dictionary, mind you, go ask your daughter
Do you not remember that you had lost her?"
With these words into the forest he darted.
His cheek stinging with the pain inflicted by the man cruel hearted.
The lost man ran after him in apologetic profusion
"Please forgive me, I am plagued by confusion".
But in one angry stride toward the javelin he lunged
And with two more strides into the forest he plunged
Where the daughter waited in throes of apprehension
Trying to barricade her mind from a chaotic confusion.
In the heart of the forest she sat next to a Pine
Staring into the distance not at all feeling fine.
She got up and stretched as her tired muscles cramped
She had a severe headache and she felt swamped.
Suddenly cold tendrils of mist enveloped her body frail
and the forest was lashed by a storm of hail.
She shuddered ; there was darkness at noon
Feeling as though she were about to swoon.
Now a gut wrenching scream rent the air
In the fog festooned forest was someone cocking a dare?
What forlorn spirit, did lurk in the forest dark
what anguished ghost was pleading for help,oh hark!
Pulling her shawl around her, she got up as though in a trance
Her heart rebelled loudly in the all pervasive silence
Armed with a false bravado stealthily she walked
the insects talked , the sloughing of the trees mocked .
A mangy little dog eyed her with utter distaste
As she walked past it in befuddled haste .
A couple of skeletal hens by her side skittered.
The birds stopped chirping and their wings no longer fluttered.
A gasp escaped her lips , her small hand went to he chest
As another blood curdling scream pierced the forest
Cautiously she threaded her way through the wilderness
Onwards she staggered, her nerves a mess.
Love this... it keeps the tension oh so high! Love the bird talking, the ghosts and spirits, the daughter pulling her shawl around her, the trees mocking... all such great angles and perspectives... I could picture it all as I read!
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Great stuff!!