Did they really sound uproariously jolly?
Or were merely making fun of my folly?
They awakened the startled echoes of my heart.
Of the sounds, did they also want to be a part?
Disembodied voices started floating in the air.
This murky and spooky world gave me such a scare.
My heart was struck by an absolutely numb feeling.
The river turned over, the boulders started reeling.
Piercing the fog, there was a sudden crimson light.
It headed toward me, I jumped up in total fright.
Out of the shadows suddenly came a weird voice.
The trees started whispering, making a loud noise.
"Wait, please listen to me," someone shouted.
In this fog festooned forest, my sanity I doubted.
In the voice there was a desperately urgent ring.
Yet, I ran blindly, my heart not wanting to sing.
Did the voice have the moist tang of the sea in it?
My legs started shaking, my teeth I started to grit.
Did his face bear the stamp of heavy toll?
I shuddered at the atmosphere so frighteningly droll.
By a sense of having lost something, haunted,
To flee from the scene I desperately wanted.
Behind my back someone hurled a cone of pine
Quickly followed by a cold finger up my spine.
A confusing concoction of chaotic communication
Followed me, filling me with intense trepidation!
It was a fractured, discordant collage of words.
In the trees suddenly restive had become the birds.
Was it some grey bearded mariner heading nigh
To clasp my hand, fixing me with a glittering eye?
I almost blurted, “now wherefore stopp’st thou me?"
Shaking the centennial dust, was he near the tree?
Summer Fog Rising -- Karen Parsons