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The Intruder
The day had long since gone
A glow to the west fades fast and sure
foot falls insecure, twigs snapping,
moths and money spiders’ silks impede
a gothic gloom weighs down
from trees once green and berry laden,
now in shades of black and grey.
Honeysuckle at the woodland edge,
memories of daylight hours recede
this is a world I do not know
of badgers, voles; a secret place
which I intrude and stumble.
I am unwanted, none light my way.
Here another side of life
in which I hold no shares
do not understand as once I thought.
Each day I enjoy colours and songs
to rival Jacob’s coat, and plainsong monk
but never once before this night
and never more again, shall I intrude
this dark, dank, secret place.
A glow to the west fades fast and sure
foot falls insecure, twigs snapping,
moths and money spiders’ silks impede
a gothic gloom weighs down
from trees once green and berry laden,
now in shades of black and grey.
Honeysuckle at the woodland edge,
memories of daylight hours recede
this is a world I do not know
of badgers, voles; a secret place
which I intrude and stumble.
I am unwanted, none light my way.
Here another side of life
in which I hold no shares
do not understand as once I thought.
Each day I enjoy colours and songs
to rival Jacob’s coat, and plainsong monk
but never once before this night
and never more again, shall I intrude
this dark, dank, secret place.
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