Joseph W. Robertshaw
Everyone at home is asleep at the close of day
The soft scent touches my mind and I am away
On winged memory I flit along the shrouded path
Careful to dip beneath the heavy green boughs
They shall be none the wiser.
Have you come also to walk in the quavering pines?
I’ll walk with you but slightly out of time,
Perhaps when you return in your memory
We’ll walk again along the deepening path
And we will be none the wiser.
Here have I been and here I long to return.
In the wood, I was grown from the earth
And there I shall again dissolve in the end
When the dappled, muted light fades away
I shall be none the wiser.
Spark by Michael Marshall Smith
My name is Joseph Robertshaw. I like poetry and prose and try to write both. I was asked to leave my high school English class and my high school but all these years later, I have just written a fantasy book. I have dropped out of high school and have earned two master’s degrees. I have taught cooking, safety, customer service and now, for the past five years, First Year Composition. I am a husband and a father and, in my life, I have killed turkeys, cooked chickens, thrown crabs, siphoned salmon. I have been a stay at home navy spouse. I have sailed the Bering Sea and rolled through Europe on the rails. I currently live in Ohio and I expect to earn a PhD in Rhetoric and Writing in 2018.
The Deep Wood Path is Copyright © Joseph Robertshaw 2015