Fading

I see doe feet

Under the lacy hem of the mist

But I trip over birch roots

In search of the deer.

 

There is a lion

Mottled like the silver trees

Standing guard at the grove

Where the stags and fairies dance

But I lose my compass

In a sudden marsh

And feed my dream to the

Lion’s growl.

 

Photo by Pixel2013 on Pixabay

 

 

Written in response to Free Verse Revolution’s second

May writing prompt, phantom.Ā 

23 thoughts on “Fading

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  1. I feel this one, when especially where there is a predator out there and you happen to be the one below the food chain. People can feel this way when they have to deal with the authority that they are afraid of confronting. The lion’s growl is powerful and invokes fear!

    Nancy ā™„ exquisitely.me

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  2. I really like your style of writing, I like how you express things through different metaphors, it leaves possibilities for different interpretations. Great text once again.

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