Sunday Photo Fiction: Poem – Free Verse – “The a Hobbit Hole” #poetry #flashfiction #dVerse #amwriting 

Thanks to Alastair Forbes for hosting SPF. Also thanks to Paul of Poet’s Pub for hosting a #dVerse poem in the form of a blessings poem. 


Credit: Erick Wicklund


There are days,

I cannot think, I’m trapped, 

Cornered as a sleek red fox, 

The Predator’s main course. 

Searching for my escape, 

Running through the woods. 

Tripping on my, 

Shaking aching legs. 

Adrenaline quicksilver, 

Sliding through my veins. 

Lungs gasping;

A haunted, hunted child. 

By chance, by divinity, 

A blessing found, 

My ‘hobbits hole.’ 

My home sweet home;

A hiding place, 

To wait out enemies, 

Gnashing, clashing, 

With pointed teeth. 

Vicious men of ill repute, 

Fortune or fate despise. 

A crook in a fallen tree; 

A hole to spy for danger, 

As I veil myself beneath, 

Thick leaved branches, 

Cut from surrounding trees, 

Snuggled in my hobbits hole, 

Wishing Lord God, 

Bless me in my tiny hiding place. 

Leave me unconfronted, 

Unfound, an illusion —

Of invisibility to threats.

Basking in your security, 

Graciously provided, 

Let this not be the end. 

And I could’ve been wrong, 

I could’ve lost hope, 

I could’ve been dinner;

Torn apart by savage beasts. 

But serenity entered, 

On angel’s transparent wings, 

Calmed my heart, quickening. 

While the peace that —

Passes all understanding; 

Surrounded and enfolded me. 

When the dread made, 

 My skin crawl. 

When I bit my lip drawing blood, 

Sharp teeth approaching, 

A beast breathing  heavily, 

A brutal carnivore. 

Wickedness sure to devour; 

But he found me not, 

I was blessed, I was safe. 

Invisible to the lion, 

Remaining in my hobbit hole, 

Fortitudes fortress, 

My hiding place. 

And when all was safe, 

 Morn’s light illuminated. 

The dread of frights, 

Of the forest night, 

The predators that maim, 

And kill, disappeared into, 

The earth’s bowels. 

I prayed, gave thanks, 

And into sunlight I fled, 

The prey who survived. 

So blessed with life, 

Living to fight another night, 

Another beast, 

Serenity my companion, 

My relief. 


©Mandobelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 


12 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction: Poem – Free Verse – “The a Hobbit Hole” #poetry #flashfiction #dVerse #amwriting 

  1. paul scribbles June 29, 2017 / 10:56 am

    Thanks for your participation. This is a wonderful poem filled with timely blessings.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Jade M. Wong June 29, 2017 / 11:00 am

    Such a raw and heartfelt tribute to one’s safe space. I loved all the different ways you described it: a hobbit’s hole, a fortress, etc. Our safe space really is equal parts comfort and secure.

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    • mandibelle16 June 29, 2017 / 12:28 pm

      Thank you Frank, yes I imagine it use be. Fight or flight responses going into overdrive!

      Liked by 1 person

  3. patriciaruthsusan July 1, 2017 / 9:12 am

    This reminds me a little of the fox hunts some people want to be outlawed in the U.K. It’s a powerful statement on any hunted person or animal anywhere. Good writing, Mandi. —- Suzanne

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    • mandibelle16 July 1, 2017 / 9:55 am

      Thanks Suzanne, yes it most definitely a statement on each creatures right to life. In a larger sense the battle between good and evil that is always there. Thanks for your comment Suzanne 🙂

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  4. Sunday Fiction July 8, 2017 / 5:34 am

    As long as we can reach our safe bolt holes, we can survive another night. I like the poem Mandi

    Liked by 1 person

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