Iron Tale

Forest stars
gleam and tremble
over ancient haggard trees.

Stories are locked
in hollows.
When trying to read
eyes dart from the dark
blinking of horrors
and foul dreams.

It takes a lot
to follow the rainbow
on paths
infamous and narrow.
















Art by Magdalena Korzeniewska.

She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... In ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. In the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author at Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, My Trending Stories and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.

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16 comments on “Iron Tale
  1. paintdigi says:

    Happy 2017
    Good posts, beautiful blog.
    Welcome to see my creations:

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Iulia Halatz says:

    Thank you very much! A Happy and Blissful 2017! Julia


  3. Beautiful poem. It makes me want to explore the forest despite the frights!

    Liked by 2 people

    • Iulia Halatz says:

      Thank you very much for your beautiful words! Forests are beautiful and like life, they have beautiful clearings full of flowers and butterflies and menacing trees on frightful paths.It is good to explore it, despite the frights. With consideration, Iulia.

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  4. Kindra M. Austin says:

    Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective and commented:
    Iulia Halatz

    Liked by 1 person

  5. grumpygorman says:

    Reblogged this on hands in the garden and commented:
    chilly piece.. so well written

    Liked by 1 person

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