Thick_as_a_Planck
Bluelighter
This is a pretty shitty edit so it doesn't scan yet (aiming for iambic pentameter) but there's enough here for you to get the general idea. Hope you like it.
The Loss of Innocence
My favourite place: mossed over stones that trail
Down though the tunnel of the trees, between
The place where sunlight threshes in the leaves,
a way you’d think no-one has ever been.
So in the news that picture caught me eye,
And phrases from the text stuck in my mind:
Missing for a week, confirmed worse fears,
Going to meet with friends. Age: twelve years.
Months later, the same path, same place,
But different now, a different taste. No trace,
But held by thorns some tattered yellow tape,
And whispered in the air, that awful word. […]
Strange to think that knowledge can destroy a place
In one man’s eye: and as I walk I hope
That soon the spring will come to chase, Winter’s ghosts
Away. But deep down I know it’ll never be.
Deep down I know: this place has lost its charm for me.
The Loss of Innocence
My favourite place: mossed over stones that trail
Down though the tunnel of the trees, between
The place where sunlight threshes in the leaves,
a way you’d think no-one has ever been.
So in the news that picture caught me eye,
And phrases from the text stuck in my mind:
Missing for a week, confirmed worse fears,
Going to meet with friends. Age: twelve years.
Months later, the same path, same place,
But different now, a different taste. No trace,
But held by thorns some tattered yellow tape,
And whispered in the air, that awful word. […]
Strange to think that knowledge can destroy a place
In one man’s eye: and as I walk I hope
That soon the spring will come to chase, Winter’s ghosts
Away. But deep down I know it’ll never be.
Deep down I know: this place has lost its charm for me.
