A Clearing in the Woods

Posted on June 27, 2022 by purplepeninportland 
Written for:  Sunday Muse #216


An overgrown clearing 
in lush forest once rang
with sounds of children's
laughter as they chased
each other across 
the grounds.  A table 
laden with food and drink,
a centered candelabra 
with partially melted
candles, and a sweater
thrown haphazardly 
on back of chair.  Where
are the people who dined
here?  What made them 
disappear in haste?
The desolate sadness
of weeds rising up
will eventually cover,
and occlude all
that remains.

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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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6 Responses to A Clearing in the Woods

  1. Mike Bayles says:
    June 27, 2022 at 2:40 am

    Very nice, Sara, and with a sense of mystery.

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  2. Carrie V. H. says:
    June 27, 2022 at 5:42 pm

    The questions rise like the weeds. This is thought provoking and lovely Sara!

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  3. writingwhatnots says:
    June 29, 2022 at 7:20 am

    Your poem reminds me of the Mary Celeste – mysterious and unanswered questions. Lovely take on the photo.

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