A CHILD’S SCREAM - By A. Bruce Cadenhead


While walking through a lonely glen
Where moonlight strives midst swirling fog,
Where boughs and moss did limped hang,
And path was dampened, nearly bog,
A muffled sound came to my ears,
 Location-less in landscape drear,
From there or there or there did seem
Wherever came that child’s scream?

‘Twas not a scream with terror filled,
Nor had the keening shrill of pain,
But urgency it had in full.
I leap in search through starting rain.
Directionless I sought my goal.
The child’s scream burnt in my soul.
Again the child’s cry rang out
Was closer now without a doubt.

I pushed ahead with strengthened heart,
Through branch and bramble I did seek.
Ignoring paths, I forged anew
Cross barren rock, o’re dribbling creek.
No gully did I leave unlooked.
Dim shaded crannies were un-nooked.
The cry again, so very near.
Thank God, I thought, it must be here.

I pushed through moss entangled limbs,
Fearsomely they enshrouded me.
They wrapped and cossetted so tight,
I suddenly felt fear and fright.
I lashed and struggled to be free,
But dampened bonds held sturdily.
The child’s cry was close abreast
I fought to answer its behest.

The wet and clinging bonds of me
Like miracle, quick-changed their ilk.
Sweat-soaked and clinging they became
The tangled sheets of my bed’s silk.
The child’s lost and lonely cry
Persisted as I opened eye,
But ceased as I began to see,
The screaming child – it was me.

- Written by:  A. Bruce Cadenhead

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1 comment:

Syed Mushtaq Hussain Sajjadi said...

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