I began writing this for the contest celebrating dVerse’s first year anniversary, (for the urban theme) but I wasn’t able to complete it in time, so I thought I’d link it to OLN. I’m beginning to think I’m a rural recluse at heart!
Panic
I fear the city.
I fear gang-
ly groves of trees
that prowl,
pursuing bedlam.
I fear unknown
faces, unfamiliar voices
lurking in night-black
alleyways,
their purpose
fraught with pain,
ambition,
ill-intent.
I fear their primal rage
and I fear FEAR,
that hurtles toward
destruction
or success,
anonymity amassed
in closed-in space
that sucks stifled
stale air.
I fear the loss
of open fields,
of earth’s dank smell
and Gaia’s grainy touch.
The loss of birdsong,
and of honeysuckle scents,
of water running clear.
How I fear height,
the towering structures
pressing on my freedom.
I long for mountain tops,
escaping expectations.
Join us over at dVerse for some wonderful poetry and good friends. The pub doors open wide at 1500 EST on Tuesday.