Deep In The Forest

Deep, deep,

    Deep

         In the forest

               In India -

She ran, we ran,

Escaping danger;

Running,

Running,

Running.

Suddenly

Losing

Each other ~

Deep in those

Dense woods,

So dark,

So ominous,

Frightening ~

So deep

In India.

Till finally

There materialized

A wide narrow deep

Decorated closet

Like Carnival -

Deep in the forest

           In India.

Or was it

Africa?

Or China?

Or Peru?

No, it seemed that

It was deep woods

                       In India.

There she was.

  ♣♥♦♣♥♦♣♥♦♣

In the closet ~

Too small for one

But enough for all

To rest

And wait ~

    So deep

        In India.

After all

      It was merely

             Deep in a dream ~

Like me.

_____© Nellieanna H. Hay

Dec. 21, 2010

It was a dream. Unusual for me to dream these days, though I dreamt I could fly when I was a child and dreamt of an unusual house later on. This time, I had overslept, but the dream of the forest in India and the strange carnival-like isolated closet where my granddaughter and I found refuge awakened me. It was vivid, colorful, a little scary ~ but more adventuresome than scary. So I ran and jotted down this poem and thought, ~ why not share it? So here it is.

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