Poem #2,695 | I scared m’self shit-less
I scared m’self shit-less
in deep dark woods on
ancient paths –
hooded
ghouls & violent ghosts
in unlit glades –
my hair
raised on my nape as a
walk forty years earlier
returned when Dad did
that thing of scaring us
shit-less then –
My hike
turned to trot & then a
run
[up a root-trip path
between oaks] –
breath
proved me as still alive
to unseen spectres –
as
my heart underlined &
complained
[& I sang a
loud tune] –
reverb-fear
took my mind
[song of
existence hummed] –
&
back to late dusk’s sigh
of light in an opening &
I was returned –
not yet
dead –
not ghost-kissed