The Hunter

CindyB

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".

  • Author: CindyB (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 5th, 2019 00:23
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • SerenWise

    This is beautifully written! Well done on the rhyming 🙂

    • CindyB

      Thank you 😊

    • Fay Slimm.

      A mysterious feel in every line of this intriguing write Cindy - - a haunt of a read.

      • CindyB

        Thank you again 😊

      • ANGELA & BRIAN

        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 !

        • CindyB

          Thank you. I will 😊



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