Thursday, October 25, 2018

Identity Unknown/imaginary gardens with real toads

Identity Unknown

Something unexpected on the shore
Be it night or day
You wail your song
A song not often heard

In fields near by
Reminds one of bells that ring
In different series
Soft and loud

Later you might find
You hum along
A series of rings
Heard in the fog

Someone asked did you see him
And the answer is no
I didn’t see him
Have no idea what he wore

But from his foot prints
I would say… probably
A pair of yellow boots
His feet were “long”

We were afraid
When we heard his rings
Ran away from the shore
Ran all the way home

October 25, 2018


Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the idea of a song not often heard and a series of rings heard in the fog. We are enjoying much fog here these days. I love the eerie feeling of the shore in fog.

Isadora Gruye said...

Wow Annell, I love how you layered in the the imagery and music. This one sings! Viva la and thanks for posting to the Out of Standard!.

Old Egg said...

As children we would look and poke and chase things we had never seen before but something new was a different story. We had to assess its pros and cons; if it was alive would it bite?; if it was dead who would be game to poke it first it did not stink?! (I am going back 70 years or more now)

Jim said...

Run, children, run!!!
It might bite!

Kim M. Russell said...

I like the mysterious title, Annell, the wail of the song and finding yourself singing along - that's eerie!

annell4 said...

Kim for the life of me, I could not find your poem? Thanks for your comment.

brudberg said...

For some reason yellow wellies scares me. said...

Love the yellow boots and the wail of the song.

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