Excerpt from “The Hunt”
The land sighs beneath her soles
as the huntress sweeps its puckered surface.
Weaving lightly beneath the calm thicket
she dodges the moons cool glare.
A flicker among the green
startles a fretful mallard.
Who tears its huffy stare towards the glimmering pond and plunges beneath its moonlit surface.
Lilies adorning the rush are set aglow
as they cradle the eve’s luminescence.
Dimpling the light plane as they glide
and they sway like graceful figure skaters.
The huntress hitches for a moment
and shifts into a hushed gait,
eyes boring the familiar grooves that
steadily gouge the undergrowth deeper as she treads along.