Huntress

Neville

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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  • orchidee

    Ahh, the story of how KP and I met! lol.

    • Neville



      who ever would have guessed 👄 + 🐭= 🖤

    • Accidental Poet

      Love happens in the strangest of ways N. But isn't it grand? Just like this little gem you've penned.

      • Neville



        it certainly does and is .. many thanks my friend 🙂

      • Mottakeenur Rehman

        The poem is a powerful and evocative exploration of the theme of pursuit and the thrill of the chase.

        • Neville



          succinctly and most perfectly proposed sir .. thank you

        • L. B. Mek

          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...!)

          • Neville



            Ah' men .. Thanks a bunch brother Mek .. 🙂

            • L. B. 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

            • Fay Slimm.

              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

              • Neville



                You not only got it.. but ask a very pertinent question too .. x

              • Doggerel Dave

                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..................?

                • Neville



                  you should know by now sir dog, a gentleman neva tells .. but thanks for arsekin 🙂

                • agocl

                  beautiful

                  • Neville



                    How extraordinarily succinct but also very kind of you 🙂

                  • Goldfinch60

                    That chase has led you to a great time Neville.

                    Andy

                    • Neville



                      I must confess, there have been moments Andy 🙂



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