Beneath the canopies we’re
tethered to an unblinking gaze
torn in fear by lidless eyes,
where there is fun and games
for some to bleed from teeth
forest-fear of retracted claws
snakes, disease beneath
with leeches, ticks and thorns
Let’s wade through bogs
befriend the biting bugs
Gamble, gain for loss of lives
be bound by fever, lost
while tethered to its gaze.

Today Melissa hosts at dVerse with picture by Michael Sammut.
January 7, 2025
I can hear you reading this. That’s a sadistic jungle! I take it you wouldn’t want to venture there. The mountains are for you.🏔️
I have a slight fear of creepy crawly of the jungle.
I love this take, so menacing and dark with feverish haste and lost. Also love that lidless eyes, which is particular of this butterfly species. Like Melissa, I can hear you reading this poem.
It was the eyes that captured me.
I love how you and Grace approached the image from different angles, Björn! I enjoyed the sound of, and imagining, the ‘forest-fear of retracted claws’, and the feeling of disgust at ‘leeches, ticks and thorns’, while tethered to the butterfly’s lidless gaze.
I am not a friend of jungle climate… maybe I have seen too many scary films about jungles.
The “forest-fear” is felt! I like the way you pull out all the creepiness of the jungle…and yet, the risk is taken to venture through.
I could have used your verse here very much in my entry: really fits well.
Yes, I recognise the poet’s voice here, but because of the context is all the more powerful.
“where there is fun and games
for some to bleed from teeth
forest-fear of retracted claws…”
indeed………
You have captured another world where darkness lurks with creepy crawling creatures. I was drawn to this piece of artwork but, decided on another one instead.
Welcome Back!
Nicely done, Bjorn. Those eyes on the wing are captivating!
those lidless looking eyes are their protection from preadators. Nature has her way.
much♡love
Like Melissa, I heard this with your voice. Yikes! I don’t want to go there!
I’ll stay home and avoid that creepy place, thank you!
So well written Björn
The forest fever and those unblinking eyes to be completely lost conjures a very creepy trip through the jungle.
Ah a great one, creepy jungle!
A great description of the jungle or even a forest. Nicely done, Bjorn.
Your poem reminded me of a day’s trek through the jungles of Timor….and yes, there were leeches! We had to ford a stream full of them and some of them departed the stream with me. I survived, but the leeches didn’t.
I don’t know if I missed it before, perhaps the video didn’t show up in the reader. But I love Guns N’ Roses.🤘🏻
🙂
Those “lidless” eyes spooked you it seems. After reading this menacing take, I would be wary to enter a jungle.
Bjorn, I think it is more bearable if we wear rose-colored glasses. How many bugs and other wild critters did you come across on your walks?
Loved the whole poem, Björn, but the first two lines really blew me away. Brilliant.