Rambler’s End

A Fantasy’ish Poem

Chris Noonan
1 min readMay 30, 2022

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Photo by Lukasz Szmigiel on Unsplash

Lapwing, lacewing,
Yellow glare
Fruitless mouths
Hollow stare
Black eyed bird
Birthless mare
Browning fields
Fiery flare
Trodden paths
Fleeing hare
Sunken pits
The dead live there
Boggy ground
Tread with care
Narrow cuts
That go nowhere
Crooked gates
The lost beware
Shadow dance
In the witch’s lair
Fleeting glimpse
Auburn hair
Love is done
No more to dare
Traps been sprung
Our fate is…

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