A Clearing in the Woods

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.


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:

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

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  2. Carrie V. H. says:

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


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


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