Notesold folklore-ish
something hidden in the woods
German dark forest vibes
resting under the tree to be swallowed by the woods
symbolic of something more emotional rather than tangible like old folklore
Poem?
ImagesStructurerepetitive to emphasize cycle
kinda song-like, like many Christmas poems
Act 1 closely resembles act 3 but act 3 is more specific to subject's plight
speaks of the woods as having animalistic traits
act 2 and description of horrors break the rhythm somewhat
act 2 specifically to imply that narrator low-key hopes that the subject will break the cycle
able to be read once more upon finishing\ rhythm matches beginning to end in a loop
Outline:Act 1Start: A warning from narrator to subject
∘ tells the story of the last venturer
∘ set out to the deepest part of the pines
∘ There is said to be a creature capable of restoring the missing parts of broken souls
∘ venturer, instead, becomes disoriented and wanders the pines for a long time
∘ venturer rests under a pine only to be swallowed by the Earth
Act 2Turning Point: Subject ignores warning and goes into the woods
∘ Narrator anguishes abt situation
∘ Calls a final warning to subject, who has already left, more as a prayer
Act 3 as told by narrator
∘ Subject enters the pine confident in their search
∘ The pines become denser and blot out the sky
∘ Subject begins to hear noises and, frightened, runs
∘ Subject runs until they can't, totally lost
∘ subject rests under a pine
End: Subject gets swallowed
WorkshopNeedles and Sodden LeavesAct 1The spark so generous to the young
that I no longer know
Tell me the truth, if there is a way
to make the youth feel whole
No gracious green king waits you there
not treasure that you seek
To meet your end, just like the rest
all the pine will offer
Life fractured apart with untold grief
Seek what was meant to be
Many have come, many have gone
cast themselves to the night
Set out with a certainty unchecked
stripped away by the trees
Terrible cries, untold creatures
unfathomable t'thee
Troubled soul came not long ago
Hunting what you hunt now
Ran out of breath, ran out of hope
til at last-
The jaws of the maw
the sharp of the teeth
Lost to the distant, calls of the deep
They found what they sought, there
under the tree
The end, of their life's misery
Heed,
heed my warning to you
Act 2Young, brash, full of vigor
bitter, to tales long spun
To many I have had the pleasure
many, after you're gone
Love? Wealth? Some other boon
Soul, fractured in two
Tell me what ills you have and I'll
dissuade, the path you're on
Turn your back to me
walk straight out the door
Sacrifice this life, to search for more
Go find what you seek, there
under the tree
Your end, needles and sodden leaves
Heed,
heed my warning to you
Act 3Regardless to the deceptive night
Begrudged to fearful flights
Despite warning, despite wishes
desperate for sanctity
Cold cutting sharp against armored guilt
but not one to waver
Follow the moon, regarding coldly
down into the valley
Pines crowding out a darkening sky
unknown creatures calling
Hours pass by, moon stood sentry
where day should be nearing
Closer now echoing vicious growls
an assailant foretold
Crash though the trees, jump to your feet
a race through the threshold
Heart thrumming with the falling footsteps
the end was surely near
A quick respite, would end the night
much too early-
The jaws of the maw
the sharp of the teeth
Lost in familiar, calls of the deep
Did you find what you sought, there
under the tree?