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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366562" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Poetess...the oak...the descent Pt 3</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366562" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Deeper…darker, <br>the pull ever stronger<br>Girdling her arms…<br>tendrils of mist, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366562" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Toward a huge, hulking Oak, <br>seen dimly afar<br>Tugging her toward it, <br>unseen hands on her wrist</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366562" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It stood alone in a clearing, <br>lit by gibbous moon<br>Long wide gash in it’s flank, <br>from long ago lightning</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366562" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The poet could feel coldness, <br>and knew all too soon<br>That what was to come, <br>would become much more frightening</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366562" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The far distant cry <br>of her name in the night<br>Was riven to pieces <br>and blown away in the breeze</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366562" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her heart hammered hopelessly, <br>face frozen in fright<br>As our young lady poet, …<br>Entered… “the land neath the trees”</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=David+Whalen">David Whalen</a></strong></div>