Black Forest

Silence rings out across the moor; fear

Biting wind cuts ears and waters eyes

Black forest waits, inexplicable and unsolved

Intimidating, it waits; open but closed

Dangerous but tempting; dark smoke

Step, step, step, step

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch

Marks left in frost; exposed

Step, stop

The edge

Go back or go forth

Point of no return

Leap of faith

Cold eyes closed

Jump

Plunged; engulfed

Organs drop

Deep iced breath

Step, step, step, step

Murmurs, whispers, hushed hints

Deep iced breath

Single word with trepidation,

Tremor of unease

“Hello?”

Echoes.

Listen for change,

Nothing but myself

Alone

Waiting

The Second Magpie

Whistling wind effortlessly passes through the crack in the a-jar door, it finds a young man and stops.

The man, so alone, is comforted by the invisible limb of nature, with it comes company, knowledge that he is not the only thing in the universe.

With it comes hope, the single feather of a bird of grace and strength, for this belongs to another.

He is not the only magpie, there is another, amongst the trivial there is a second magpie.