All you have
Is some grainy footage
Of her hunching through the woods
In the distance,
Long hair flowing
Down her back,
Her arms,
Her legs,
Her feet.
She’s one of a kind,
And her abominable prints
Trail off in the undergrowth
There.
You’ll hear:
She’s a myth,
A figment,
An apparition.
Yet you believe.
She’s out there.
Find her.
2 comments:
So I took Thursday and Friday off, Back to School night and Happy Hour respectively. It's been a long day and I see there's a lot of stuff to comment on, including a new contributor, but I'll get to them tomorrow. Nite.
Alex T. got me hooked on How I Met Your Mother: your poem reminds me of the main character, Ted Mosby. I've watched him chase this apparition for 4 seasons now. Awesome show! But I digress...
...your poems always works with fascinating allusions: it almost feels like Where's Waldo, and I say this in the most complimentary of ways (which makes your previous poem on Waldo that much more Vogelmanic). I like the reference to the abominable snow man most.
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