For Eliot’s Shadorma challenge.
Hunter
A wild cry,
trees overarching
the silver,
moonlit road.
An owl swoops, swan-pale hunter,
death in its shadow.
Shadorma November: Day Twelve
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For Eliot’s Shadorma challenge.
Hunter
A wild cry,
trees overarching
the silver,
moonlit road.
An owl swoops, swan-pale hunter,
death in its shadow.
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Death swoops down and it’s curtains! 💜
Yup. When you’re at the end of the food chain life is generally short and ends abruptly.
Indeed… That is how I feel 💜
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Just so visually strong
I feel sometimes that we are being haunted by owls. I love them, but there are a lot of them round here..
Btw this is my humble gratitude to a few special people including you. https://thefeatheredsleepcom.wordpress.com/2017/11/12/radiance/
You have a lot of friends. I realised that when one of them got in touch with me to tell me that you were very low. He wanted to help, and he turned to the rest of us who know you. You matter 🙂
You helped me so much and I really hope you know two things. One, that I am so grateful to you and two, that you’re a really lovely person as well as being a true talent.
It’s difficult to help in a material way when you’re penniless and on a different continent, but all the rest, you can have it in spades 🙂
You help more than money ever could.
Depends how broke you are 🙂
Well I hear you because I know that experience. All the best artists … Underpaid but wildly gifted
At least we can joke about it 🙂
That’s all we have sometimes!
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Beautiful, I really like the “swan-pale” hunter line.
Thank you 🙂
The shadow of life, well written here.
Thank you 🙂
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Thank you, Michael 🙂
Thank you, too, Jane! Have a good week. ,-) Michael
And you too, Michael 🙂
You have created great images in this poem, Jane. I love the last one of the owl swooping in for the kill. With your Month with Yeats Day 12 poem and this one, you are definitely wearing your “dark” hat.
It’s the way I look at nature. I don’t see it as sweet and friendly. It’s raw and wild. A bit depressing really… 🙂
I think nature is a mixture of both sweet and friendly and raw and wild.
You’re right. It’s a balance. We ought to stop tipping it.
🙃🙂🙃🙂
Such a vivid image in a few words!
Thank you!