April 25, 2016

The Wood Eats Things You Know by Gareth Culshaw

It takes the daylight and sends it to the 
stars above. It eats birds too, coughed
up feathers lie on the edge of things.

Regurgitated meals. Clean white bones
lie like spare car parts. Snowdrops come and go.
Bluebells are rounded up like sheep

then taken in one night. Daffodils
vanish one by one, gulped down by 
something unseen, unknown. 

The wood eats things you know.
I think it's best not to linger there too long
or you may be taken too.

Gareth Culshaw is an aspiring writer who hopes one day to achieve something special with the pen. 


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