relish your dark woundings
prime your pellets
check your powders
for soon comes the hunters' moon
polish your stock
let your barrel breathe oil
make slick your cloths
preparations
practise footfalls of stealth
bayings of night creatures
the crack of flight
all this must abide
and you must hide your dreams for now
while fen and forest
sweat and furrow
while fur frets
in the burrow
for soon come the hunters' moon
Hunting down the words, the ferrel poet delivers another killer ensemble of script that bites and tears at the imagination...
To much, ? ok i like it ..
Thanks for stopping by Hannah, I appreciate your reading as I equally enjoy your work. Personally I try to avoid any destruction of living things - then again I am not vegetarian so there's a dilemma.
Thanks David; that line you mention I was pleased with . In browsing through gun magazines you get a flavour of this and the ritualistic process - nothing changes! I think there can usually be a back story that chimes if you open out the thoughts. The idea of an awareness of danger is itself compelling especially where creatures have advanced protection systems.
Thanks for liking Kevin!
Cheers and thank you all.
Ray
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Sun 8th Oct 2017 21:16
I found this poem so moving.
I fear for the creatures because they know it all.
A great work.
Many thanks Patricia ; i'm always seeking for killer lines, i'm pleased you liked this !
Martin, i'm so pleased you liked this . I watched that full moon and it had a real presence to it! Thank you.
Thanks for liking Col.
Ray
This is one of your best yet Ray. the whole poem is good but I love that
While fur frets in the burrow.
Nice one
patricia Hughes
Sat 7th Oct 2017 20:32
That first line just grabbed me by the throat.
Jealous I am,I am.
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raypool
Tue 17th Oct 2017 22:30
Hi Philip, a lovely comment that means a lot, thanks !