Down upon the woodland floor
Amongst the toadstools thin and tall
In wistful whispers for you, I call
Seeking your invisible door
Lost, my mind, in your enthral.
I crawl and slither, worm and squirm
Tear my hands on bloody thorns
Scrape my knees on fallen horns.
Why did you leave me? I’m infirm.
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt