Thick tendrils of mist embrace the thick base;
The ancient trunk transforms into an eerie face;
Deep knotholes become dark hooded eyes;
A missing chunk of bark, a mouth that sighs.
*
Frothy fronds of foliage, a frame of hair;
In entirety a figure of torturous despair;
A screeching owl rents the dark;
Making my anxiety feel keen and stark.
*
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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Thanks for posting my poem, Sue.
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My pleasure, Robbie 🙂
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