Upon The Wooded Hill (an English Sonnet)

[Cindy]

They say I walk that path along the shore.
A dark and somber figure, they proclaim.
Just as I did a century before...
In whispers, tremble slightly at my name.

A lonely wraith, they're confident 'tis I
Among the shadows cast by pale moonlight.
They tell of those who hear my mournful cry
That sometimes mingles with the dark of night.

But I haunt upon the hill with many trees,
A ghost between the aspen and the pine.
The phantom in the woods that no one sees.
The flora and the fauna, friends of mine.

It is not me who walks beside the lake
And sometimes cries as though her soul will break.

[Stella]

Haunting and lovely Cindy, leaving the reader wondering who it is that visits the lake in such sadness.

[Karin Anderson]

This is a most impressive sonnet that creates a spooky atmosphere. I really admire how you have used the volta (turn) where it is not you who walks beside the lake. I have enjoyed reading it immensely and have read it three times as I love reading sonnets that are composed so wonderfully Cindy.

[Seema Chowdhury]

A thought provoking write.

[Cindy]

Thank you everyone for your kind comments.

[Adette]

mmmmmmmmmmmm makes one think had to read twice quite haunting and so
well written

[Cindy]

Thank you, Adette.