A country stroll
Turns into a nightmare
When you discover that the public pathway
Is not all it seems.
That solid looking earth
parts
beneath your feet
without warning.
You fall
into the foul smelling underground
of a long lost mine shaft.
You scream
Your mouth forming a terrified O
Your fingers clawing the edge
of the hole
as the thick wet mud creeps
under your fingernails.
You frantically grab any tussock
to stop you falling
further
deeper
down
under the earth’s
surface…
Odd, the things you find on a countryside walk…
Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #71 | Creepy
Cornwall in Colours 
Great choices, Jude! I’d be so scared…
You wouldn’t want to come across this in the dark!
If I have nightmares tonight it will be your fault, definitely!
Yep, that is truly creepy Jude.
What a wonderful pairing of poem and picture! Does your muse arrive with winter?? You’ve been writing some splendid pieces lately. Or is it just that she moves in when gardening tails off?
It does frustrate me not being able to garden. I stare through the conservatory windows thinking of all the jobs still to do.
Not, I hasten to add that she’s absent from your other writing, but she seems to have free rein now, and gallops off in unexpected directions.
Haha, it must be all these hours stuck indoors looking out at grey skies and constant downpours that makes me more imaginative 😊
Jude – the photos are creepy. Your story is terrifying! My worst nightmare come true.
Most mine shafts here are fenced off, but there are still instances where unsuspecting hikers (or inquisitive people) have fallen into one.
Goodness, the stuff of nightmares!
oh dear, I hope someone rescues that poor whatever-it-is. I quite like the feature photo with just the hand. oooh!
Wasn’t quite sure what that was at first, asked the OH “are those fingers?”
How large is it? Human sized, or larger?
Much larger!
What fun.
Ha! Great shots, great poem.
Thanks John 😊