the wordlinks poetry project

darkling wood i

An ancient forest, full to tell of tales dark and shadows deep. And to its edge the mighty trees to heaven reach, and down they grasp within the stony bed, below, the land is founded on. Farther on than edge to edge the light, though dim, yet fails more. It gives Poseidon’s murky green all played about by flying leaves and branches high where still the Sun may find a dwelling-place. *