The ice crackles on my windowpane
The cold wind rattles at my gate
The trees rustle in the waning light
Losing leaves is their fate
***
The warm fire crackles in the grate
The front door swings open with a squeak
Smoke and sparks engulf the chimney breast
As she enters with reddened cheeks
***
I put the old kettle on the fire hook
Boiling water for our tea
As she runs cold fingers through raven hair
My wild goddess come to me
***
Her otherworldly beauty takes my breath away
She hasn't aged a single day
Since she first strode from the forest path
And caused my lonely heart to capsize
***
Since that day so long ago
I have been drowning in her love
My lady from the forest grove
My one and only true love
***
As I pour the tea she sits beside me
Hazel eyes smile into my very soul
Without a word, we can sit for hours
No need to speak, enlighten or console
***
This old cottage in the wilderness
Where I had always felt so alone
Since the day my otherworldly beauty came to stay
It has become my cosy, forever home.
About the Creator
Paul Douglas
I have always loved to write, especially poems and short stories. I also have an abiding love for technology and gaming. I love to share my outlook with others.
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Congratulations to Morgan Christy Rickards for their winning Whispering Woods story, Guardian at the Gate. Morgan has been a Vocal creator since February 2021, and this is their first time placing in Challenge — well done, starting with a win! Guardian at the Gate draws evocatively from Welsh tales of the Cantre'r Gwaelod, a lost sunken kingdom between the forest and the sea. Heledd’s dangerous adventure pulls her towards the water but her spirit is anchored in the woods: Morgan’s writing is atmospheric and exciting.
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