Ghost Orchid

The forest can become so surreal if you look for the moon.

          

          Ghost Orchid

Stranded on the loneliest of paths

We walk through all the wooden stares

Fungi and plant growth clinging to our feet

As the nightshade comes full circle.

We wander through the deepest edges. 

Skipping rocks on bogs as we go.

The trees branches are distorted 

With an eerie deformity in every shadow.

And they snap as easy as they look

As we make our way through gently. 

We came in here with weary intentions

Looking for something surreal to grab on to

Something to hold up in the fog..

We came to a clearing coated with moss

The only light being from the wounded moon,

Half of it had been taken by the clouds

And the other half would be going soon. 

Between the trees it shined on us,

As we laid with each other in a frailty 

Wether or not this is love, 

Is up to the rest of eternity 

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems.

Reviews

[Laura Maidah]

"Fungi" does it for me. Nix "plant growth". The last stanza is my real concern. The great alliteration of the previous verse worked. The repetition of "half" didn't. Think about the last stanza thematically. It just sounds like a whole different poem that kinda sorta sounds like it could squeeze into this one. I could be wrong, but it goes against your aural motif as well. I'm fairly certain my peer group would agree with me in saying the last two lines are cliche. Now the foggy lines in the middle are EXCELLENT. beautiful, ethereal, entrancing. No grammar issues to speak of, I might add. OVerall ,b plus, a minus. Lol.

[~LadyWolf~]

Good job! love the picture :)

[olla]

nice.. your content is very good..

[Celestial Witch Child]

Eerie, yet beautiful and sweet...

[Coyote Poetry]

Photo and words were amazing. I like the woods at night. The life of the forest is different when nature and darkness take over. I enjoyed your description of location and the sense of fear of the unknown. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote