Original Poem: The Woods Tremble

My armoured sentries cower

by their posts, branded with the mark

of a cult. Their stillness chills

the empty air as their

menace mace-heads stare

at throats of passers-by,

just the right height

for the kill. But still,

the woods tremble when they see

my saw. There’s no more work

to be done today, but they won’t rest –

they’ve been tricked before.

– Tamara Drazic

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This is an ekphrastic poem inspired by the sculpture, Woods III by Japanese artist, Shigeyo Toya.