'All Humans In A Midnight Woods Are Prey': A Sonnet by Kristin Garth


A human in the woods, midnight, should show

subservience to what might bite. Without

a hunger, even hate, a beast follows

whatever violates a woods blacked out

by a retreating sun. It would be unwise

to run — announce rebellion with strident feet.

Remain inside or tread discreet. Point eyes

deferential towards a ground replete

with haughty corpses, flower-crowned — where your

own may, one day, be found if you forget

your place. Hierarchies, after dark, outdoors,

erase human dominion each sunset

ablaze with promises of end of days:

All humans in a midnight woods are prey.


Kristin Garth is a Pushcart, Best of the Net & Rhysling nominated poet from Pensacola and a sonnet stalker.  Her sonnets have stalked magazines like Five: 2: One, Yes, Glass, Luna Luna, Occulum, Drunk Monkeys, and other places.  She is the author of eleven books of poetry including Pink Plastic House (Maverick Duck Press), Puritan U (Rhythm & Bones Press) and Candy Cigarette Womanchild Noir (The Hedgehog Poetry Press) and the forthcoming Flutter: Southern Gothic Fever Dream (TwistiT Press, 2020) and Dewy Decimals (Arkay Artists, 2020).  Follow her on Twitter:  (@lolaandjolie) and her website (kristingarth.com).

Illustration by Matthew Yates.

This sonnet is from Flutter: Southern Gothic Fever Dream, Kristin Garth's forthcoming book from TwistiT Press next year, which is illustrated by Matthew Yates.

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