Standing at the Feet of Giants

Inspired by the picture prompt by Katherine Forbes for One Stop Poetry's One Shoot Sunday.

The world around us,
So strange and fearful.
Swirly green forests,
Filled with fushia blooms.
Wandering aimless,
Through the soil path.
Searching for a way home.

Accidental happening,
Brought us to here.
A mistaken wish,
On a fresh summer's eve.
Wicked old witch,
Flew in from the west.
Suddenly we were gone.

Forest glade clearing now,
Sunset flooding the skies.
A dirty shanty town ahead,
The size being far too big.
Reach for you hand,
And pull you close.
What strange a place is this?

Dusty waves cross the paths,
As we head towards a door.
Deep fear creeping in,
Building inside out hearts.
Rumbling footsteps,
Shatter the silent scene.
Suddenly the giants appear.

Eyeing us with predator's gaze,
Whispering with intent.
I reach for you,
And pull you close.
For a final kiss,
With all my love.
Fearful that this is the end.

A Countryside Stroll

The following poem was inspired by the beautiful picture prompt at One Shoot Sunday by Kevin “KJ” Halliday.  

Dream-like illusions,
Flood my waking thoughts,
As we stroll along the sunset path,
Towards the medieval church,
Watching the light fade to red,
Her hazel eyes so alive.

Dull creep of aching muscles,
Curls from my toes to my thighs,
As my legs recall the country lanes,
But feeling on top of the world.
Endorphins flow between us,
In awe of the luminous world.

Like a time capsule, frozen,
The little sleepy village silently observes,
As we wander along hand in hand.
A smile creeps across my cold face,
As the isolation seems to soothe,
And build intensity in her touch.

Her beautiful blonde hair fluttering,
Like a thousand butterflies around her,
Framing those beautiful, soulful eyes,
A perfect countryside princess.
Playfully, she runs ahead,
Red dress dancing along with her.

Dulcet laughter squeals "catch me"!
Smile creeping further at the childish game,
The silent village watching over like a parent,
With mild amusement as she runs on ahead.
I run forwards like a lumbering fool,
Amused by the challenge.

Intensity builds as she dances around me,
Teasing my inability to capture my prey.
More intently now, I watch cat-like and sharp,
Each footstep she takes like a bird in flight.
Laughter erupts as I rush forward to catch her,
Take her in my arms and steal a kiss.

Perfect, this day in the country has been.

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