Playing tag with me, painted warrioress, hiding in the trees, taught how to use camouflage well.
I was taught how to read tracks, gather pieces of scattered kindling.
Do you think I won't hunt you down? Found a stick of kindling over there, lighting a fire, coming for you.
Crows fly low, leading me to you.
Chalk-and-water mixture, you rubbed yourself on the tree, I smell you, coming for you.
You wear wolf ring, keeps women like me coming for you, wolf ring diamond on your left hand disguise marriage that isn't to keep "wolves" away, I read your tracks, coming for you.
Pick up another piece of kindling, fire's warming, coming for you.
Woods moving slow, sky's painted sunset, coming for you.
Deer trail threads through pines, pick up another piece of kindling, fire's raging!
Leap on you, go down, Surrender!
Do you think I won't hunt you down?
Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman
I surrender..I like the way you repeated that line "coming for you" as each time it grew in intensity...building on your theme..You are a very effective writer..I am a city girl but nevertheless you convinced me you know you way around the woods..also interesting to leave that question hanging there ..kind of haunting..
ah, the joy of the hunt is only matched by the completion of its action ... and then it's time to feast!
Reviewed by Candy T (Reader)
Reviewed on March 16, 2006
your use of repetition is really effective. the poem is strong, meaningful and, (not sure if it was the intention) can be taken two ways. last lines stayed with me. fab stuff, ty
I believe you would make an expert tracker and hunter Sage, with your undoubted range of extraordinary talents and skills, you have the complete package, the full arsenal of weapons and devices to achieve your aims and objectives in the Four Dimensions
Bristling with simmering menace and intent, you do the do well Sister Sage !
Peter
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The huntress, extreme--no prey is safe. :) And that's good for them--and us, who read. :) Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Bristling with simmering menace and intent, you do the do well Sister Sage !
Peter