Bourbon Red

Danielle Voke

AP English 

The Wild Wood Whispers

As the birch trees whisper to the proud prim Pines

The eyes awake to slick slim vines

And in through the thick thorns went she

Into a land lulling of fantasy

With the rise in the east a warrior was born

Bounding through the forests; forgotten and forlorn

Warmed by the sun and set in command

To the zenith she went on an outstretched hand

Into the sky she arose from her cell

Yet she trusted too quickly and to her kingdom she fell

Back down to the scribbled soldiers that made the way

Stoic and standing for no one would stay

And these silent salutations led her to be

By a brooding proud pond as big as the sea

And inside that chasm swam exotic fish

That lasted longer than her ownership wish

She left them to be free so that they would keep

Such small living secrets in waters so deep

A forgotten passenger idol to embark

Awaits its last sentence with a submissive remark

A mirage of many minstrels worn and frayed

Led her procession in a placid parade

Into a deceitful expanse itself worked

Where below such rapid rare rivers loosely lurked

They smirked and stayed sober awaiting some fate

Yet the sun was fleeting fast, the hour was late

So the queen denounced her title of all

And bounded back through reality as merely a young girl quite small