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Flight to Lochnivaar
She was free when confined
in ancient dark forests, dancing
singing at Father Oak’s feet
hiding under Mother Pine’s boughs
She was safe, she was home
The mundane day to day life
more or less sleepwalking
Biding her time, her thoughts
only of the moment to escape
One day, she’d run home forever
She had been followed, one afternoon
Nosy townspeople who thought her odd
With dogs and horses, to catch her
Running for her life, never looking back
She’d live her way or die trying
Through the woods, her only guide
a barely noticeable deer path
Running til she fell, getting up
with blood flowing from her hands
It was impossible to stop running
Three times she stumbled
staggering to her feet once more
When the day turned to night
her step. forever into utter darkness
She ran from certain dark to unknown light
In new daylight, bruised purple and blue
she fell, this time unable to rise again
Rain fell, all went dark until she awoke
to Cat’s six claws pressing over her throat
Three soft spoken words
"Hello, Mr. Cat".
in ancient dark forests, dancing
singing at Father Oak’s feet
hiding under Mother Pine’s boughs
She was safe, she was home
The mundane day to day life
more or less sleepwalking
Biding her time, her thoughts
only of the moment to escape
One day, she’d run home forever
She had been followed, one afternoon
Nosy townspeople who thought her odd
With dogs and horses, to catch her
Running for her life, never looking back
She’d live her way or die trying
Through the woods, her only guide
a barely noticeable deer path
Running til she fell, getting up
with blood flowing from her hands
It was impossible to stop running
Three times she stumbled
staggering to her feet once more
When the day turned to night
her step. forever into utter darkness
She ran from certain dark to unknown light
In new daylight, bruised purple and blue
she fell, this time unable to rise again
Rain fell, all went dark until she awoke
to Cat’s six claws pressing over her throat
Three soft spoken words
"Hello, Mr. Cat".
Published 9th Jun 2021
| Edited 15th Jun 2021
Author's Note
As a teenager, I had a series of dreams repeatedly about a certain place called Lochnivaar. This describes the flight from 'normal' life to this place, and the first person the main character meets, a Cat with six toes that she named (and he grudgingly acknowledged) Mr. Cat. This is the first poem, and a companion piece to 'Dancing in Hell', which is an event that happened in Lochnivaar. I can only write what allows itself to be written, and in its time so there will be skips and gaps in events/time.
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