THE ELF

Thur the fog of
a winters twilight
where only elven track
be seen on shadowed snow
covering deep biways
that once only reindeer
used to know
now swiftly runs a lone elf
scurring to safety
before total loss of daylight.

Well known are the creatures
that awaken at twilight
where it's said that their vision
can be glimpsed
only between the quivers
of the stars shimmering light.
The lone elf shudders
as he recalls the storys whispered
of their peircing eyes
that can mesmerise
all in their tracks.

Hearing it's cry of his awareness
as his tiny wooden door
blurs into sight
he checks his pathway once more.
Closing his eyes,
pulling his coat about his tiny head,
he races with all speed
towards his homely little shed.

Breathless and heart racing
as he lay exhausted on the floor
safe now inside,
he frowns,
did he really hear
as he raced through the doorway clear
"Tweet twooooo
another night
will do"
or was that just his fear
pounding so loudly in his ear?

© Embeth Jan 02

(Written for Poetry Group)