In response to secretkeeper’s weekly writing prompt #133, to use the following five words or their synonyms in a poem/fiction.
Lost in the wilderness
with no clue ,where to head
tar grey clouds brood over
damp forest floor, exudes an acrid stench
branches draw monstrous silhouettes
menacing winds croon a forbidding song
ravenous howls grow louder
a sign of looming danger
eyes move furtively in the dark
failing to find a road to escape
the probing hand feels a slimy creature
sending shivers down the spine
the screams for help, echo back
the soul held captive by fear
drenched in sweat, completely paralyzed.
“Cut”! comes in the directors call,
Smiling, with a thumbs up,
A great shot, in one take!
Pack up! He shouts!!