Mother said I had to be good
And not go into the Tangled Wood
She said, when I asked her why
Bats aren’t alone at night when they fly
And the others would equally see you die
She said at the centre of the wood
Where the Old Hag Stone stood
Was a pool that sparkled bright
Alight with glints by day and night
And once you’ve seen it you can’t look away
That’s a spell cast by the fae.
Mother said I had to be good
And not go into the Tangled Wood
For if I’m spell-cast by the fae
They’d up with me and fly me away
And I’d die.
(Of course, I disobeyed)
crispina kemp 
This looks like a magical place.
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It is, very. My focus was a yellow water lily, but the sunlight didn’t agree
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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😊
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Marvelous work, I would never go into the tangled wood
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Thank you. I would, I was always one to disobey; I knew some wonderful magical places as a kid
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That’s an amazing poem. A whole tale in a few simple lines
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Thanks. Another early morning composition i.e. I woke up thinking it 😊😊😊
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Of course she did. What child can resist such a sparkly place?
Wonderfully done!
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Thank you. Inspiration strikes again! 😊😊😊
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Woo hoo! 😊😊😊
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It happens 😊😊😊😊
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No doubt!! 🙂
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😊
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Enjoyed the poem. Amazing place and the poem.
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enchanting 😉
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Thank yo 😊😊😊
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