Troll Bridge

We watched them kids patrolling above
In particular acts of wanton love.
Their giggles and laughter is noise to the ears
But sadly no sign of horror and fears.

It seems that perhaps a memory is lost
The Trolls of Troll Bridge would be the cost.
The whimsy in turn is somewhat remiss
No fantasy here, no magical bliss.

The children forget and the adults do too
Of the creatures that lurk so close to you.
So now out of sight has meaning galore
and out of mind, the creatures no more.

If strolling the bridge in the warmth of the night
Don’t look around or you will take fright.
Under the bridge or behind the next post
Is a world yet alive but closed to most.

15 thoughts on “Troll Bridge

  1. Murphy's Law

    No fantasy or magical bliss? No more childhood imagination? I hope I always remember to look under the bridge and behind the next post! I’m definitely a grownup, but I don’t want to lose the child in me.
    🐾Ginger 🐾

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