The Enchanted Forest (Photo credit: isoLord)
This forest is enchanted with devilry and spells.
It pulls me in and holds me where black voodoo magic dwells.
Bewitched, afraid and powerless, lost and all alone
I cannot think what alchemy has turned my limbs to stone.
Cold and icy fingers are clutching at my heart
What wizard worked this sorcery, who changed the light to dark?
Some ancient incantation, some trickery, some scheme….
That’s all I need to free me from this nightmare of a dream.
The witching trance is much too strong, impossible to break.
Out of the mystic rising now the runes spell out my fate.
Why can’t I turn my eyes away and just refuse to look?
Why must I face this prophecy, the ending to my book?
The divination now reveals the truth it won’t conceal.
Life is an illusion. None of this is real.
The Enchanted Forest (Photo credit: isoLord)
Trifecta Challenge Week Seventy Two: using the 3rd definition of alchemy – an inexplicable or mysterious transmuting.
Breathing Space 
The rhyme and rhythm of the poem create their own spell and broken only to find that all of life is broken and art/dreams are illusory. I like the atmosphere of this piece.
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This is a cool story in poem form. Very cool (:
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I love the clever rhymes you used and the mystical feel of this piece.
Thanks for linking up!
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Oh well done! That brought a smile to my face. And Don’s too.
Especially since I was just feeling into it all being a dream/illusion in my meditation. Perfect timing. So fun.
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Scary poetry…..This is the kind of poem the young at heart write. Old people like me stay out of forests at night. Dianne
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Loved it all, but especially the first two lines.
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This is the second poem that I’ve read today that I enjoyed so much that I had to go back and re-read it to myself out loud. Even if the words made no sense the rhythm of them flowed beautifully, but the tie in at the end was an excellent clincher.
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An illusion indeed….very well done
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Exquisite!loved it!
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You wove a nice story into poetry and didn’t lose me. I agree the poem itself was like weaving a spell.
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Your last line is haunting, and I loved the entire thing. Wonderful writing.
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Like a melancholy spell being cast. I like the matter-of-fact ending statement!
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