Thursday, September 27, 2012

The Witches's Wood By Mary E. Coleridge

 Judy Underwood chasing Rainbow/


Thursday Flash Fiction Week 28: Innocence and Dreams


There was a wood, a witches' wood,
All the trees therein were pale.
They bore no branches green and good,
But as it were a gray nun's veil.
They talked and chattered in the wild
from morning dawn to set of sun,
like men and women that have sinned
whose thousand evil tongues are one.
Their roots were like the hands of men,
Hard and brown with clutching gold.
Their foliage women's tresses when
the hair is withered, thin and old.
There never did a sweet bird sing
for happy love about his nest.
The clustered bats on evil wing,
Each hollow trunk and bough passed.
And in the midst a pool there lay
of water white, as tho' a scare
had frightened off the eye of day
and kept the Moon reflected there.


  1. i love this... i can feel every word...


  2. deep dig in dark side of the story.