i’m going hunting
i arch my back into
the strong arc
of the huntress moon
and sharpen my sights
and my mind.
i stalk these woods,
abandoned
for many stained years,
and crush the delicate lavender
under my breathless feet.
you should have remembered
my dear
my once but
no longer
belovéd
that no man may move
through my world unmarked,
and that my mark
is a mar
that brings with it
both a certain kind
of beauty and the
sheerest drop of pain.
yes,
i’m going hunting
and i won’t stop
until you request
to bear my brand
on the inside
of your skin.
i won’t stop
i’m the huntress . . .
Relentless. Relentlessly potent. There are no extra words or images here, it is perfectly taut and well-strung. I also love “My Dear” as a jolting incongruous wake-up call. The entire dichotomy works extremely well. (beauty/pain)
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ps. Are you tagging your posts? I do not see that being done and you’re doing others the disservice of not being able to find your amazing words in the Reader and regular search engines too.
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Thank you! One for your appreciation (your appreciation is appreciated!) and two, for your advice. I am clearly still so new to this whole thing and it’s incredibly helpful when someone takes the time to give suggestions for it’s improvement. I’m always open to advice. Isn’t that nice to hear? As a mother, I’m sure it’s so rare. You offer advice based on your life experience only to be dismissed because if you’re over the age of 21 you clearly have forgotten you no longer know anything worth knowing!
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