Thursday, 8 March 2018

UNEXPECTED BIZARRE


UNEXPECTED BIZARRE
The sun was shinning above our heads as we were walking through umber, ancient forest. It reeked of age. Its woody incense was from centuries, of snapping branches crashing to the forest’s floor and rotting silently. The composting, organic smell rose up in waves like a miasma. Every sprawling tree we passed under reminded me of a watchful guardian, a silent sentinel of the groves.

 We decided to venture deeper into the tangled heart of this primeval forest. We hoped that it would reveal its dark secrets to us. But the further we went, the more mystical it become. The monotony of this parched wilderness was difficult to explain. It was a crucible of death, a bone dry basin of vastness.

 The immensely of  it burned into my brain  and  as  I looked up the trees  they seemed to be crisping under  the relentless rays  of  the sun . The arch of fairy tale – green above, was not there anymore as the sun was penetrating into the woods.

 Shuffling noises come from deep in the interior, deadened   by the cunningly woven web of leaves . The deep, haunting ballad of its ancient   song called out to me. With a light heart, I plunged into the over arching vault of leaf and limb and into a waterfall. I did not expect it to look like that. The exquisiteness of the waterfall had not yet lanced to the lush green water pool below. It glided with deadly intent.  Its deadened sound and haunted glades poured into empty spaces. A sepulchral silence overhung the hallowed ground where the trees dared not to grow. The waterfall was Mediterranean blue   and non magical. It was pouring onto the rocks sadly.

This scene was really unsatisfactory. The fluty piping of a song bird split the silence just as the forest become flooded with light. I darted between shafts of lustrous gold light as I went admiring the butterflies. The pirouetted in the air , their  wings a whirr like little ripples of silk.
As I meandered back to the waterfall, a shiny spillway led to a choppier pond. Boulders colonized the age of the pond, buffed with pillows of mass. They caused a rocky gurgling as water  met  stone;  a swish , a clunk , a  swell  and a clop .when we were leaving ; I risked a  glance over  my shoulder.  The forest glade looked freeze frame perfect in the enhanced light.

By  Niham Abdulrazak
Y11


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