The folds of the future, on a serrated line.
Do not cross the marker. Don’t enter the forest.
A Sound emits from the belly of the earth.
This stirring rumble shakes the pots from the ledges.
Loud is the sound, as it travels under your skin.
Consuming you like tiny bears, fluffy and in your veins.
The forest was always out of bounds.
They knew what awaited.
Yet they built your houses right next to it.
Eye lines and heartbeats finding a mark.
They tell you to keep out, they warned you often.
But they lead you to the tips of the trees.
Tickle you with possibilities.
And so the inevitable.
The forest captures you.
The monster consumes you.
Plucking out the bones to play haunting tunes that drift on the wind.
A threat in the thicket.
The doom in the gloom that drenches like oil.
I found your bones of course.
I always knew.
Having much lingered on the other side of the trees.
Up high, having learned how to climb.
I see the monster, I saw the demise.
I know how it ends.

Quite scary this one. I like how, for me anyway, there is the element of a warning from the planet: yes nature is beautiful and you can look, but mess at your peril. And we, being the interfering species that we are, can’t help but wreak our brand of havoc.
Fine writing.
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People are the worst, that always seems to be the message in nature docs. I wish we could just stop and let the wild re-wild. Thank you for the hat tipping Chris. (hope your collection is doing well!)
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Cheers, Mark, and I agree wholeheartedly. Had a bit of interest, thanks!
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Nicely penned….
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Thank you, glad you liked this.
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Haunting and immersive imagery here – beautifully written!
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Thanks Tom, i tend not to over described environments but this one called for it it think. Glad it hot the mark.
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