Part 1: Into Quicksand

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This is part 1 of a 9 part series of poems about a fantasy world in which I get stuck. The animals speak, and are generally unhelpful while I try to find a way to get home.



They were all written when I was in my mid to late teens and were received well by my friends at the time. I just thought it would be nice to get them out to a wider audience.

Submitted: September 04, 2017

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Part 1

Into Quicksand

 

This story is an account

Of strange and weird things

Descriptions of a journey

Of the wonders that life brings

 

Strange places to explore

And creatures to be met

Things that have no meaning

And rules that can’t be set

 

I travel to a world

Where things just aren’t the same

With thoughts that don’t come naturally

That bounce inside my brain

 

Once that you have been there

You’ll know of what I speak

Sights and sounds of magnitudes

Straight from the pigeon’s beak

 

It begins on a young day

Where the sky is blue and grey

I am wandering alone

Through a forest in mid May

 

I chance upon a clearing

Where bluebells are in flower

Pushing upwards through the soil

With mystical plant power

 

The charred remains of a fire

Are noticed in a pile

An arrangement of small stones

Circular in style

 

Tall trees and evergreens

Swaying in the breeze

Ferns and long grasses

Brush against my knees

 

I stand in the small clearing

As a sparrow starts to sing

And I wonder at the dew drops

That are hanging from his wing

 

He seems to be quite happy

I wonder much quite why

The little sparrow’s smiling

And flaps his wings to fly

 

As he launches upwards

Into the sun lit sky

I notice on the branch

A crusty old pork pie

 

At this point in time

I can't tell what is real

I look at things around me

How strange oh! I do feel

 

Onwards there is forest

And the smell of garden peas

Wafts upwards through the mosses

As I walk on towards the trees.


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