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The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.
This week's words are:
hunter beast tracks confess words relic inky drift echo holy stars magic
Stars Can Be Seen.
"The stars are always there,
even when we can't see them."
– Anonymous
Within the woods
The beasts still roam.
Some leave tracks
Others leave just echos,
Heard faintly, drifting
In the trees and glens
Of that holy land.
The echoes, returning voices,
That tease and taunt,
Like hunters stalking,
Wearing down their prey.
Words, phrases, memories,
Relics of a past life,
Hit their target,
Drawing confessions
Opening nagging wounds,
Sapping the energy.
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But the woods are alive
With much more than
The hunter and the hunted.
Beneath the inky black sky
Where, like magic, the moon
And stars can be seen—
The gamekeeper watches.
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You've really shot for the stars and hit your target this time, Mr Poet. What an amazingly layered piece this is. So many aspects come straight from the boundless heart or the unconscious. You would know. When we by-pass the 'mental' realm we paint in words that transcend language. Thank you for this gift.
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DeleteVery Atmospheric piece ❤️
ReplyDeleteA magical night for beasts and stars. Love it!
ReplyDeleteNice thoughts tonight. Also, If you get down in a well and look up and out you can see the stars and the moon.
ReplyDeletelovely poem
ReplyDeleteNot only a detailed picture, but the conclusion makes it a whole story too.
ReplyDeleteI agree. Your words paint a vivid story
ReplyDeleteWell done! I like the idea of the gamekeeper making sure the animals have their chance to start over.
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I love this poem! Don't know if you are familiar with the "Outlander" series based on the books by Diana Gabaldon, but your beautiful poem reminds me very much of the drama series.
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