Even Prompter

Bucolic Ramble

Bucolic Ramble

Leafy path in a strip of woodland,
the forest seeking to return,
crowding in and crouching over
this secluded route through its domain,
a certain sylvan charm embracing,
with foliage filtered sunlight,
dappling our measured pace,
it seems benevolent and fair and yet...

Do you feel watched?
Are you not aware of some vigilant
presence attentive to our moves?
And there, ahead, the semblance,
appearance, phantom yet intense,
the eye that draws us on towards
some deeper purpose of its own.
We walk into a trap.


Line count: 16
Free verse
For Promptly Poetry, Week 24 2021
Prompt: As per illustration of woodland path.