At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille with an invitation to write using some form of the word scared.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Let’s Scare Up Some Poems
Image by Jordan Stimpson from Pixabay
“There is something waiting for us at the edge of the woods, and it is our fate to meet it.” Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Not Alone Walking, alone, not alone, tone imperceptible, feelings shifting, a movement peripheral makes my saliva coppery, narrowed eyes darting, alert, the sound of nothing, spine creeps scared, skittering leaves startle, distant urban shrill, nerves on edge as my mind traverses fluid shadows watching me. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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*shiver*
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Very solid and thorough piece I must say. Well written as per usual bro! Blessings. ❤
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Much appreciated Tammy – thank you 🙂
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Oooo. I could taste that coppery saliva! As a teen I read a book called “The Watcher in the Woods.” This brought back chilling memories of it.
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Ha, I often wonder why it is we read such stories when we are younger, amazing. Thank you De.
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Spooky!
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Thank you Patricia, it tingles the spine eh?
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It doesn’t take long for the mind to conjure beasties that walk with us in dark woods…
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That is so true Lisa 🙂
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What a frightful experience!
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🙂 My work is done 🙂
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Hmm, what do we invite to walk with us when we enter unknown territory alone and scared? Sometimes, it’s not there but it feels there because we invited it.
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Well said Astrid, yes, what lurks within us?
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Love that “coppery saliva”! The was you formatted this poem, made it truly frightening!
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There’s something about how fear drives us and all the feelings that come, the coppery saliva I remember from as a child once when I got a scare … Thank you so much Sara
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😄
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And was there a full moon too, maybe some howling? 😉
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Lots of howling 🙂 thank you Susi
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Such great words evoking sensations
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Thank you so much 🙂
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