The Old Ones Published February 22, 2013 by Libby Hidden from view the Old Ones draw closer through the mist. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
oh this is a good one! full of mystery, myth and reality… slightly threatening, but mist always is, isn’t it? trees? old gods? tree spirits? my imagination is running riot!
My first thought was for the trees…A Narnia moment for sure. 🙂
Oooh, I really like the intrigue of this one. Very nice, Libby!
This one makes me think about the faerie world I used to dream about. Nice. 🙂
I think the Old Ones need to draw closer at this time…. and clear the mists from our eyes for those that weep for our Earth and to those who cannot see what they do to it..
I can’t help but think Cthulhu. 😀 Too much Lovecraftian infulence.
Your reference had me baffled at first, heving never heard of Cthulhu – so I googled it! What I actually had in mind was more the Anglo-Saxon/Norse/Celtic mindset of a magical, hidden world.
That’s cool. I like that mythology, too. Either way, I loved the poem!
I love it, Libby, very intriguing and gloomy at the same time.. To me it conveys human condition and sufferings..and a common destiny too! The imagery you use is amazing.
Thank you so much Claudia:-)