poetry and prose
Two Views
from the woods
from the lake
that was the view
from her bed.
she woke with
savaged hair and
a thumping head,
the sun was
a knife in her
blue fire eyes.
and the trees
from the woods
by the lake
with a view
of her bed
laughed at what
she did all night.
for dVerse and Twiglets #176 ©️ Misky 2020
I like the repetition from the first stanza in the last stanza along with the laughing of the trees. It makes me wonder what she was doing all night.
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Oh, I like the idea of the trees laughing back. I’m sure they wonder what we are, such foolish, shortlived, rushing creatures. I love the subtle use of the prompt.
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I like the secrets that only you and the trees know.
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