Cursed Thirteen

 

Cursed Thirteen

Thirteen cedars that bar my way
Casting their shadows upon me
Leave little chance for me to flee
As fits this most fateful Friday

I’ve come to rue this awful day
As dark descends, all I can see:
Thirteen cedars that bar my way
Casting their shadows upon me

Although, to some, just a cliché
This thirteenth has confounded me
Surrounded by these evergreens
With not a chance to get away
Thirteen cedars that bar my way

My walk today Friday the Thirteenth, in this 13 line rondel (rhyme pattern ABba abAB abbaA).