After Chicken of the Woods (Laetiporus sulphureus)
A forest, ominous, beyond the town –
you can’t recall it being there before.
Its churning gravity, its up and down,
all undulating with forbidden lore.
Of course, you wander forward, through the trees
half apprehensive, half compelled to try.
The ancient ivy curls in filigrees.
The undergrowth is filled with glowing eyes.
A cabin comes towards you, lumbers down;
dodecahedron-shaped, on chicken legs.
You wonder why you ever left the town,
You’ll never eat another sodding egg.
The hut gives chase – you don’t know what you’ve done.
No time to ruminate – you have to run!
LM
Listen to the poet perform the poem here.
Image via wikipedia
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