The Forest of NO return
Time stood quietly still, inside the thickets, of the cold dank foggy woods.
The path’s invitation beckoned me, but I was afraid, but did as a child should.
I’ve traveled this way once before when daddy steered.
But today, the carriage stopped as the horses butts reared and hooves that slipped from the dew.
Their whinnies and their heavy snorting chortled from their wet snouts,
The warmed air from there nostrils looked like billowing smoke.
Father demanded that they go, so as to finish our journeys Un-choked.
But mama knew the horses and suspected something wrong.
Mama said, “No. No, we mustn’t go.” She stepped down to see how long.
She read the animals, as she’d been taught, by her father an indian tracker many years apart.
But, daddy didn’t believe in ghosts, and he said, “Move out, and shut up!” Thinks, he’s smart.
Daddy scares me so, as I believe just like my mama,
Who knows these woods look suspiciously uncommon.
Daddy pushes the team further using his verbal tones and fright.
The horses neighed loudly and I had no sight. All along, I knew mama was right.
“Stand up to him, mama, unless we’re killed and the forest goblins eat us and we not return!”
SO, mama climbs out from her stance and took the beasts reigns
And led those horses away from what seemed untamed.
The equine was now settled down, and Papa still taunted Mama for “creating more problems.
Today we can’t get through the wood today, woman! All because you disobeyed!” He sneered as always with his terrifying grey eyes. I think he felt belittled.
She glared with her steel blue eyes of threat,
“Go ahead kill us, but remember and regret.
The forest is alive with goblins and cats and flying creatures similar to bats.”