by Josh Daunter
We came upon a clearing, and
Determined, having thus far held
Your hopes, and happiness, and hand
In mine – wherever trees were felled
Or soil gave way into sand
– to stand, to move, as one, propelled.
But this junction was less kind
Both ways admitting only one.
A step or two, and we would find
The other lagging, lost, or gone.
Then through a darkness, undefined,
A distant voice beckoned you on…
We make this choice a thousand times;
We leave a thousand lives bereft.
You took the path less travelled by:
I couldn’t choose; I turned and left.
–
Josh Daunter was born in Edinburgh in the 1980s and has been fighting the urge to return ever since.
The Pygmy Giant 
#1 by mariann on March 4, 2012 - 12:51 pm
Wow! This is a powerful poem, which resonates on a variety of levels.
#2 by E A M Harris on March 18, 2012 - 11:27 am
Lovely to read a traditional style of poem with a modern twist. It’s interesting and slightly mysterious. Brilliant.