Poem 329 – The Clouded Forest

The thick grey cloud layered heavily
Casts its gloomy shadow on the forest,
Not painting it – drowning it
Beneath the dullish sludge
Of the forthcoming rain that will transform
The place that, yesterday, was light and gay,
A portal to another world, a Narnia,
Into a den of monsters, full of mysteries,
Hidden darknesses, through which
Jabberwocks and hydras lurk,
Dragging dark-green scales through stagnant mud
Until such a time as the clouds disperse,
When those monsters vanish,
And the light at last returns.


Dear readers,

When travelling to London from my parent’s house, I briefly travel through a rather dense forest which, when I wrote this, looked so stormy that my travelling companion remarked that it looked like something from Harry Potter. I am aware that more usually Carroll’s beast is referred to as a ‘Jabberwocky’, but the line ‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son’ suggests that both forms are acceptable. And yes, I did just write that about a nonsense-poem.

Please forgive me,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic.


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