Lost and Found
We have been glued to the Tin Star box set on Sky. Today’s poem is inspired by a couple of scenes from the show. Lost and Found She stood deep in the forest Alone, conscious of her vulnerability The coldness of the night Brought a bitter chill to her bones Shivering, quivering she longed for home Branches cracked incessantly underfoot As she searched for hope Unidentifiable sounds created a cacophony Of mystery and foreboding Weaker and weaker she stumbled onwards Never knowing whether she’d taken the right path At each clearing it felt familiar Too familiar Her heart sank as she failed to find an end An end to this ever growing nightmare Exhausted and confused she sank to her knees No longer able to go on Her head in her hands She broke down and wept Resigned to a slow painful demise She heard a voice in the distance A voice that grew louder and louder A mans voice A voice she recognised I’m here she beckoned As loud as she could muster Would it be heard He called again Sh