The huntsman and his peregrine
Woods was all his belongings
The huntsman's only pride and his holy livelihood
Flew an injured peregrine to his land one evening
Her quill feathers perfumed of mountains and coastal
She was somebody or someone of a kind like peregrine species of grass
He beholds an earnest affection for this creature
Full of dotes well up inside her injuries and wounds
One dawn when sun rises and it's scorching rays erased everything into ashes ...
'His love for her
Her faith on him'
And the woods inscribed-
Her blood of despair
Her thirst for life
Her soul sheds tears miserably
But the huntsman owes no mercy to his once beloved peregrine
Pain was all
Pain is all
Pain shall be
Isn't this Pain, how can be composed of such tinsy four letters word
Isn't this Pain, more hungry and greed for massive depth inside the broken soul
Isn't this Pain, stands injustice to the medicine called painkillers doses
Isn't this Pain, a tryst with life each breathe and those wounds just spiced up again!
The huntsman or my beloved man;
His peregrine or I was his beloved (once)!
Five in the morning
storm rumbles in distance
balmy, sweaty, thirsty
in the half light of dawn
I grab some shorts
from the work clothes draw
slip them on and a singlet
down some water
birds sing, crickets harmonize
When I fill another glass of water
I think something is odd
with these shorts
some big, hairy spider legs
protrude out from there
big huntsman up the left leg
goes back up to hide
I am awake now
I am sweating now
Thinking what best to do
I shake the leg a bit
feel the spider move around
my leg........
eventually it dropped
to the ground and disappeared
under the wardrobe
and I really am awake now.
Beneath the loose bark
Hairy legs
Protect young future
The Haggis is an elusive wee beastie
with sweet tasting meat and two hearts
to defeat. To catch one and feast upon is
a well deserved treat.
Even the most skilled
huntsmen are lucky to catch a glimpse, as it
scurries so fast with its two hearts beating
fast.
Oh the Haggis indeed has a quick witted
heed. It evades all known traps leaving the
huntsman grasping at straws and enraged
through his flaws.
Up the mountain side north
peak the wee beastie retreats, to a den in the
clover once more its all over.
Sent out on the lookout, this compass directs his path,
arrows pointing to his destination whenever he freely asks,
there once was a valuable piece of property, the king seeked out to find,
so he searched and sent out a towns huntsman, the very best one of his kind,
the deep valley he struggled to cross, the steep, and dangerous mountains he climbed,
the huntsman knowing he could not keep this land, he worked so hard to find,
the king never once lifted a finger, through spoiled family lines,
for ultimately the huntsman benefited the reward, the heart in the worth of his find.
He rode home from St Just
In drink taken
Passing the standing stones
Silently past him there flows a pack of hounds
Jet black hounds
Hard on their heels is a dark rider
As black as the pit of hell
He calls "Hold on What sport is this?
Give me some of your game"
"Take that " was the cold reply
Something was tossed to him as the Rider passed by
He caught the bundle
Too dark to see
Rode home to St. Just
Calls for a light
Peers at the bundle
It is a baby
HIS OWN!
DEAD AND COLD
huntsman craves trophy
so spends hours, silent wait…
golden snow bears proof
The huntsman kneels to examine his prey
A lovely young lady, who’s gone astray
The arrow of love was pierced in her chest
She woke the next morn after the nights rest
She gazed from the ground at the forest ceiling
And felt upon her breast a cool touch of healing
When the huntsmen, drained from the chase,
Saw the maidens stare, he felt his pulse race
He lifted her up from her mossy bed
And as he carried her, the hunter said
“My arrow was blessed in the heavens above,
Whomever it struck would be stricken with love.”
“And in the forest the moon shone upon your face divine,
And from that moment, you had to be mine”
She wrapped her arms about his neck
And out of the forest they continued their trek
When the maiden spoke it filled him with cheer
As she told the hunter what he needed to hear
“I saw you in the forest, searching for game
I knew that I loved and that you’d feel the same”
“I wandered on your path so we might meet
Then I felt the arrow, bittersweet. ”
“And so my dear, your arrow was to no avail,
I loved you then and I always will.”