Written for Crispina’s
Crimson’s Creative Challenge

They call it the Watcher’s Stump, though no one remembers why. Old-timers say a woman once stood there, waiting for a husband who never came home from the war …. waiting so long the forest simply grew around her.
Now the shelf fungi jut from its bark like pale, curling ears, layered one atop another, always listening. Walkers who pause too long beside it report the same thing: a faint whisper, just below hearing, matching the rhythm of their own breath.
The path bends sharply just past it, as though the trail learned to give the stump a wide berth. Ivy chokes its base, moss creeps up like a shawl. Nothing dares fell it twice.
Touch the fungus, locals warn, and it remembers your voice. Whisper back, and it never forgets your name.
NAR©2026
This is “In The Woods Somewhere” by Hozier
Everything seen here was created by me, unless otherwise indicated, and may not be used without permission. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.
Ooo-errr, that’s weird! You couldn’t have picked a more suitable track.
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Very cool song to illustrate the creepy tree!
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Thanks, D. I love that Hozier song!
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Oh, I like this, Nancy! So intriguing.
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Thanks so much, Lois. So glad you enjoyed it. 😊
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A fantastic story and a fantastic accompanying soundtrack my dear friend … this one is the only blog I’ve done tonight … my CHW commitments have consumed my time today …
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I’m thrilled and very thankful that you chose to read my blog, my dear friend; thank you! I’m so pleased you enjoyed both story and song. I know how exhausting these times are for you and hope you’re getting some good sleep. Take care and be well, my friend. 🥰
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Fantastic Ekphrastics!!
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Thanks so much, Ron.
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I love what you saw in this old stump Nance – and great track 🙌
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Thanks so much, Ange. That Hozier track is exceptionally moody; I’m glad you liked it.
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What an enchanting story. The woman waiting, perhaps the whispers are pleas to any passerby asking about her husband 🙂
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Oh, that’s such a wonderful thought; I’m sure her heart was breaking for him. Thanks for your lovely comments. ☺️
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A very touching story sis
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I so glad you thought so, sis. Thanks very much. ☺️
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You’re very welcome
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When the grief of waiting turns to despair, then anger. Scary in its natural splendor. 🖤💜🖤
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You got it, Liz; so glad this landed well with you. Thanks for your lovely comments, my friend. 🥰
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My pleasure!
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