Dear friends, in the memory of our dear Hélène from Willow Poetry, Sadje has decided to continue this challenge, and we are delighted to take part…
Wrong turn
I have taken the wrong road
The curve ahead looks never ending
The shaft of light through cruel dark leaves
Claws waiting to drag me from my world
The play of light on tarmac, inviting
A voice from the shadows whispering
Turn back, yet my car will not reverse.
I am pulled forward past the light into liquid darkness
A black shroud waving through my headlights
A feeling of having been swallowed.
I wait to hear teeth snap
I close my eyes, no more than a blink
I am back where I started,
the light unchanged, the curve ahead inviting…
©anitadawes
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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