Flickers of ectoplasmic glowry
haunting that darkened fen wreathed stinkbog
emitting itself exuding slime
amidst life-filled vibrant ponded swamp.Throughout these haggard trees sticky ground
dwells alone one grey hag haired-green
collecting her fill of many herbs
grafted on trees and ferns all off-green.Brewing long her forgot pharmacies
home prepared with second a hammock
waiting for any guest down on knees
in this bog needing food warmth and home.
By Steven Tucker
On the half-light border of those woods
forgot twilight beams of yesterlight
shone off hill-light of setting sun moods
crimson red dark passing of whole light.Entered soon light-faded clutching trees
underboughs light-shields defending dusk
long lost thoughts lighted half drunk Styx lees
coming to darkness memories dusked.Deeper plunged light-gone embracing leaves
swallowing light from eternal suns
giving naught light of their own grey leaves
offering dark comely shades lost ones.Centre of dark banshees fear to tread
bosom of dark night solid blackness
forever darkly-held secrets dread
left until light carries recall ‘fessed.Leaving lost dark glooms dreaming untied
memories dark loosing ancient binds
exiting dark growth behold untied
more ancient light freeing long grey finds.
By Steven Tucker
