A Cabin in the Woods, by Vic

Vic

A Cabin in the Woods

Crisp the air; cool, refreshing the breeze

Clear, the night sky, looking like glitter

Silvery the full moon, peeking atop the trees

Into the woods she gazed, and felt a shiver

But go! She must! Quickly, no time to waste

A cabin in the woods, soon there she must be

Witching hour’s coming, she must make haste

Tired she’s feeling, for her basket’s heavy!

Walk, run; through the woods, a narrow path

All around, shadows; with the breeze, moving

Fearful, she is, of dark creatures’ wrath

Red hood she held tight; she started humming

Herself, to calm down; she’s almost out of breath

Chilly, the night; in the crystal air, foreboding!

Humming, she kept on; from childhood, a song

The lyrics, pleasant; her mother taught her

Happy memories; to cheer her dreary walk along

But in her heart, a numbing dread and fear!

Brilliantly, above, the moon and the stars shone

But under tall trees; life-like, shadows are

Scary night sounds, forest creatures groan

So within her, fear, duty; furiously at war!

At last, cabin in the woods, she saw it!

From the windows; to the woods, light streams

Unfounded, her fears; it revives her spirit

Grandma’s home! Finally over, her bad dreams!

Nothing can go wrong now! For sure!

Then why is she still feeling insecure?

04-11-2017

Charlotte B. Williams

almost 3 years

Hi again Vic, Sorry, I accidentally erased our whole conversation trying to ask you a question. I just wanted to know, what happened to Red Riding Hood at the end of the story ? Did she get away from the wolf ? I really don't remember . I just want to say again that I Enjoyed reading this because I erased that part by mistake.

Vic

almost 3 years

There are several versions. But in the Brother Grimms version, a hunter came to her rescue and kills the wolf with an ax.

Thanks again for liking.

Nelson D Reyes

almost 3 years

Love this one, thank you Brod.
She lived the moment, aware the whole time she walked to the cabin, a haven she is all familiar with. The "future" in us all is the next "moment" that we can only "live" when it comes. As long as we do not know it, we feel a bit uneasy, a little insecure. Acknowledge the thought of fear and let go, let it pass and live the moment-enjoy whatever is at hand. So right now I am going to the store without fear! Shop around, entertain my self. :-))
Well written, Brod. Thanks again.

Vic

almost 3 years

Thank you Brod.

Vic

almost 3 years

Obviously this poem is based on Little Red Riding Hood - whatever the fairy tale says, she must have been a terrified young lady going through the woods that night. Much like most of us when we are assigned a task we must complete. Like soldiers going to war, their fears must be balanced with an overwhelming sense of duty. As I said "So within her, fear, duty; furiously at war!"