deep in dark woods stood
bow hunter’s cabin where he’d
left his daughter that night
reclined near stone hearth
in dying warmth of fire’s embers
lone persona lost to her reading
a yellowed manuscript, an
epochal allegory held in hand,
empty pewter plate on table
she never noticed pair of
luminous eyes in window or
pernicious shadow pushing
open the cabin door…
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Anthony’s challenge to create poem from random gnarly words…used 10 of 12 words
a poem in my pocket 