March do we, along the ash and cyprus
While contemplating natures of the moor.
So very full of life, and also death.
Briefly glancing round, the bog seems lifeless,
To walk so alert, danger life obscures
March do we, along the ash and cyprus
But after observation, I confess
Quite lively lies our grand mud-soaked detour.
So very full of life, and also death.
Every creature here exudes unkindness,
And any of them might our death ensure.
March do we, along the ash and cyprus
Yet still, I find their number in excess
Than places having more growth, and verdure.
So very full of life, and also death.
So now my new perspective does egress
Much different than it ever did before.
March do we, along the ash and cyprus
So very full of life, and also death.
This was using a prompt for the weekly challenge in a discord I'm a member of, but I didn't submit it because I finished it late. We were supposed to quite a poem about duality. This is also the third poem in my ****** Journal series. Check out my page for the other poems in the collection, and free feel to check out the discord. https://discord.gg/HmgMbq7 As always comments and critiques are appreciated.