Stillness creeps in,
Covering heat
And metal and blood.
This is our time - the time
Of the moon and the night;
A kind of secret worship.
We are still, unmoving,
Sensing the beginning of
Things in the ringing,
Shimmering silence.
Pain like an electric current
Pulses beneath smooth,
Tanned skin, and a name
Like a prayer slides its way
Up from some hidden,
Guarded place - the heat
Of it like a living thing.
The sky splits open;
The stars cover us and,
Lifting your weary eyes
Toward the glowing
Constellation above, you
Whisper into the still, still night,
"Orion was the hunter".
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Author:
CindyB (
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Comments3
This is beautifully written! Well done on the rhyming 🙂
Thank you 😊
A mysterious feel in every line of this intriguing write Cindy - - a haunt of a read.
Thank you again 😊
Thanks for sharing CINDY
Inspiration from the Constellation
ORION was indeed the mighty Hunter
In the moonlight all mystery is revealed
All that is hidden & secret comes to light !
We are in awe of Nature ~ aware of
The MAJESTY of the night Sky and we
Celebrate ORION THE HUNTER ~ AMEN !
Yours in appreciation ANGELA & BRIAN !
Please check our site ~ Thanks A & B !
Thank you. I will 😊
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