Huntress
She had stalked him on and off
for years
or so it seemed, back in the day ..
Much like some
native tribal warrior may have
stalked their prey ..
In the then, big flash city or in
the bush even ..
That is precisely what he used
to think, way back ..
Yet no cage, trap, or snare was
ever primed,
laid, or set though, since she
relied entirely
on self-presented bait and lures ..
But still he
could not forget just how many
scalps she had
collected, since that day when
they first met
in an old redundant elevator
on the way
to buying coffees, from the top
floor café bar
and restaurant, way back in 76 ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments8
Ahh, the story of how KP and I met! lol.
who ever would have guessed 👄 + 🐭= 🖤
Love happens in the strangest of ways N. But isn't it grand? Just like this little gem you've penned.
it certainly does and is .. many thanks my friend 🙂
The poem is a powerful and evocative exploration of the theme of pursuit and the thrill of the chase.
succinctly and most perfectly proposed sir .. thank you
subtle as ever, dear Poet supreme
a great write!
(in nature documentaries
a lioness, hunts alone
when discarded by her pride
for refusing to confirm
to that new conquering bully
and have her children murdered;
oh how
the viewers laud her defiance
and steadfast loyalty to her children,
where as
in our society, that same lady
born with a 'lioness' spirit of independence
is marginalised and demeaned
for not being submissive...
luckily
there's still a few genuine, men
around
to value, those fierce queen's
forced to survive
and hunt
amongst modernity's regressive
idiocy...!)
Ah' men .. Thanks a bunch brother Mek .. 🙂
wow!
'Ah'... 'men!'
and amen!
...
wow!
witticism, is alive and blazin a path
for us who choose, to read n learn
dear, wordplay debonair and cherished Poet
lol
Scary but true - Whatever the gender human predators show indiscriminate hunger when hunting for scalps - - wonder what they think of their conquests as age steals their ability to stalk more prey........ x
You not only got it.. but ask a very pertinent question too .. x
Didn't enjoy being just one scalp on a belt full of 'em? You had your moment Old Chap (whoever you are)......or maybe you didn't..................?
you should know by now sir dog, a gentleman neva tells .. but thanks for arsekin 🙂
beautiful
How extraordinarily succinct but also very kind of you 🙂
That chase has led you to a great time Neville.
Andy
I must confess, there have been moments Andy 🙂
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