The Wooden Structure

Written for:  Sunday Muse #50


Photo by Lukasz Dziegel from Pexels

On a simple stroll
through the woods,
Clara was walking home
alone, hoping to commune
with nature along the way. Was she
Positive she had never seen
this locked wooden structure
before, Clara tried to peer
through a slot in front. Resembling
an old fort, she thought it of import,
for there was no entry. Screeching
sounds escaped from inside
prickling her arms with fear.
Oh dear, she had not noticed
darkness curtaining the sky.
She turned to walk away,
and a gray, 
slimy tentacle
reached out, and grabbed
Clara’s ankle. She screamed.

She was walking home, so how
could she be lost on a simple
stroll through the woods?

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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10 Responses to The Wooden Structure

  1. Ed Rigg says:

    ooooh! . . . ghosty wobbles!!!
    Intriquing question . . . run like hell, Clara . . 🙂


  2. Carrie V. H. says:

    This gave me chills Sara! Love the mystery in this! Makes me want to know what will happen next! Thank you Sara for being so loyal and sharing your wonderful poetry at the Sunday Muse! 😎🌷


  3. wyndolynne says:

    Daydreaming on the walk home and then…tentacles!! 🙂 Curious as to what Clara might have found and interested in the way she’s not quite letting herself think she’s anything other than lost in a familiar wood.


  4. coalblack says:

    Tentacles are def gross and i hope never to be grabbed by one!


  5. kanzensakura says:

    Run. Run away NOW


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