The Goblin Tree

Goblin Tree

The woods are ancient
Gnarled and twisted forms
Reaching, grasping, snaring
Dense thickets which crawl and creep
Deep and dark hollows where the Old Ones speak
Creak and groan, they do, in ancient tongues
Echoed in old folktales passed down by men
Of roots that writhe and earth that opens
Of shifting shapes of bough and bark
Fissured faces appearing and peering
A grin for you …

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