NaPoWriMo DAY SEVENTEEN 17 April 2020
Prompt: Once new now old invention
ENTANGLEMENT
Wire comes to mind
demanding attention
most evocative
not to bind nor at all kind
kinda provocative
young girl loves to roam
secretly alone
through meadows woods
looks for golden-eyed toads
toadstools’ pretty poison
maybe gnomes
among moss and leaves
hugs tree trunks
caresses gnarled roots
lost in magic on and on
lost sense of time
dusk descends unawares
reaches a clearing
bearings lost
scared stares
moving shadows roam
stumbles ahead anyway
something silvery grey
strung out right there
in front of her
stops: line not to cross?
what trick in her world of magic
moon rising owl screeching?
takes chance advances
touches shock scream
wire’s gleam not enough
trespass rough
falls into dew-moist grass
brief shiver shake
back to real awake
ashamed: feared shadows
no blood-curdling ghosts
mere host of ruminating cows
relieved revives
finds way back
vows to explore the magic
of wires turned electric
Living Lives 
How on earth did you manage to write something both frightening and delightful — like life, I guess? Congratulations!
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What a sweet comment! Thank you, Liz!
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Relief enters here: no blood-curdling ghosts/ mere host of ruminating cows
Many internal rhymes – it has a lovely fall to it to settle at the end.
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Thank you for these kind words from a brilliant poet. You are a magical fount of encouragement for me!
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