Relish your dark woundings,

prime your pellets

check your powders,

for soon comes the hunter's moon. 


Polish your stock,

let your barrel breathe oil,

make slick your cloths' preparations,

practise footfalls of stealth,

for soon comes the hunter's moon. 


While fen and forest

sweat and furrow,

while fur frets in the burrow

hold fast your dreams for now,

for soon comes the hunter's moon.. 




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jennifer Malden

Sun 31st Oct 2021 09:29

Agree, so very evocative. Decidedly sinister in a few well-chosen words. You never disappoint.


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Fri 22nd Oct 2021 16:08

Thanks all you likers ! Stephen, Stephen, Branwell, Holden, Stephanie and Pete.

Glad you enjoyed this Graham. It is one I post once a year to coincide and "reflect" on the occasion. You have picked that verse, which I did fret about myself. Thank you.


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Graham Sherwood

Thu 21st Oct 2021 21:15

This is a wonderfully evocative piece Ray ( I think one of your best). The last verse is standout stuff, it sings.

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