Over at Sometimes Stellar Story Teller, Nicola sets a poetry challenge, using her enchanting photo as a prompt.


Here’s my take.

Enchanted Eventide

I walk the dreamy woodland path, this quiet

spring twilight. The path curves, I find a glade,

a circle lit  by sun in leafy shade.

I pause, spellbound by this unearthly space.

Then I hear voices, nearer, louder, near,

jeering through the trees, raucous spirits, wild,

drunken. They draw me to their mis-rule whirl.

They throw me aside. I am hypnotised.

They dance my feet, they spin me round, I sink.

I blink awake, an hour gone by, it’s dark.

The bluebells sigh. No sounds at all, all calm.