aghast
above in tree
their silence ominous
like little scarecrows they just wait
a presence is like noose around my neck
but as I’m climbing up they disappear
and then they reappear in neighbor tree
and suddenly they start to laugh at me
a cackling sound like that of hundred crows
I lose my footing, and I’m falling down
a fall without an end it seems to me
on softest moss I meet the ground
I hardly notice when
in bed again
I am
awake
I’m late again for this week’s Visdare again. A great picture, and I continue with a little shape poetry, while trying to keep it iambic.
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May 19, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings 
their presence a noose… this is great, Bjorn. I love the moving, gripping imagery and the way it lingers even after you awaken.
Thank you.. the image was really scary for me.
Very nice!
Thank you 🙂
So visual; love it
Thank you 🙂
Entrancing and nightmarish, and beautifully crafted. The visual arrangement of the words is intriguing as well — a noose? a tree? a dark cloud from which dreams come? Lovely work!!
I was thinking a tree when I wrote… but ambiguity is good.
As always – uniquely crafted and poetic. At first glance, I see a happy, carefree posed photo, but I’m glad you took the time to check the dark side :)))
Always the darker side is more fun 🙂
Beautifully done. 🙂
Thank you 🙂
This is entrancing. I’m glad I stopped by. 🙂
I’m glad you did.