Short Huntress Poems
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There once was a Norse goddess named Skadi
A Winter Ruler in huntress’ body
An expert at skiing
Her enemies fleeing
Ester Ledecka she did embody
Warrior goddess
Diana
the huntress
With quiver
on back
Arrows flying
straight and true
Target
in her sight.
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I watch you walk in a forest of green
The land of love for a huntress, in your eyes there is a light
I see a will to fight, flames lit by the wild
Your love for another so strong
Your eyes bright like a goddess of the green
Would you fight for me my love?
For us? for you.
2011
It gleamed gaudily a worldly eye that did not see beaten hot metal in the forge, through the window in the back of the room lit, was the young girl's zepher stone retrofitted for glitz, like gamey sorted clothes that have been run by the huntress, should Athena ever stake claim in the orchard's abundance.
An epitaph
Equivalent exchange
Perfect fear is a wolf beside a cunning hunter, it showers
The lapis lazuli flowers and bowers cowers
The huntress of the night storms the stores
The gray moon athena adorns Ra golden door
So silent is the mouth that perched the moon
Aside here is set beyond any true ghoul
On my back in bed
with a book to read
while being gently mauled -
she digs into my breast.
The delicate skin breaks
under her needle pricks
red stains suffuse nightdress
while she purrs and kneads.
Expressing her content
to have me trapped at last
not moving round the house
ignoring her embrace.
Girded loins sway
in restive need of sterile quarry,
lithe star spangled limbs
span the velvet heavens,
silver huntress Diana
unbends slender crescent arms,
looses the gleaming arrow,
unknowing, unerring, the missile
flies to the mark,
unflinching, the prey falters
in fatal ecstasy,
finite pleasure
alloyed with infinite pain.
Slip of Smoke (Huntress)
kiss me
you fool
before it's
too late...
walking away
i leave
for a
date,
looking back
sadly still
you will
stand...
shadow of
boy
in weak
minded man,
with a
slip of
smoke
and slide
of hand
off into
tomorrow
i step
beyond
feeble plans
7-21-07
Form:
What are we without Hope?
She sings to us pleasantly
Melodies of dream
She whispers to us sweetly
Driving us to
Our knees
Hope plays instruments
Of flesh and bone
Picking the strings
As time grates on
An ensemble of fish and line
Hope is a huntress
A rabbit ensnared
Lured by scent
Of blaze orange salvation
A truly deceiving mistress
Is Hope
Shes a huntress
least that offend you
I have a fictional affair
with my cat
All she wants is love and warmth
Her eyes follow me
her paws entangle my hands
The elixir of her dighty breath
is unearthly
She not outstare me
She knows my moods
although I can never second guess hers
She ages with dignity
I indulge her with my feelings
Her countenance knows withstanding
A spaceship named after a Greek goddess
Roars with a fiery glow
She was the goddess of the moon
As well as a huntress with a bow
A mission to the moon after many years
But they will not land on the moon
It's a test run for a later mission
Which will be soon
Artemis pulls back her bow
as a spaceship zooms through the sky
The heavens put on a show
As Zeus roars from on high
When Apollo, God of Music, suspected his twin sister, Diana, Goddess of the Hunt, was involved in a romance with Orion, God of War, he tricked her into killing Orion. Heartbroken by what she had done, Diana transformed Orion into a constellation to forever grace the night sky.
Orion in the Heavens,
A constellation as pure
As the heart of the huntress
Whose love destroyed him.
She makes love
like a hungry lioness
I adore her shadow
the way it arches
performing upon the wall.
Her black hair flows
age and experience
makes her hunt for a lover
jungle fever in my bed.
She desires a skilled man
stalking through the tall grass
growling along the way
I wait for her scent.
I would hunt and kill for her
bringing her a fatted calf
stuffed with wild fowl
to celebrate her return...
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Air getting colder,
Day turning night,
The man in the moon smiles,
I see little twinkles of light.
The stars show a lion, huntress, and more,
The moon cotrols the tides,
Washing up on the shore.
Staring at the sky,
Wishing apon a star,
Looks very little here,
Because it's very, very far.
I watch as the immortal beauty of night takes over the lands,
Then the stars play tricks on my eyes,
And i fall into the Sandman's hands.
Your huntress has the ears of an owl
over silent snow
Your huntress knows patience
and will not move
or count the clock by the moon
Your huntress sees
that sometimes the strongest marriage
means sleeping together
just out of touching distance
Your huntress tries to match
the tickings of your heart
so that she is constantly making love to you
Your huntress knows no limitations
kissing the devil's neck
stripping in heaven
You brushed my cheek
I felt a crackle of lightning
spear a ripple,
to the tip of my tongue
a premonition of taste
made my mouth water
when your leather
encircled my frame
in the warm scent of you
I was driven with wild abandon,
to hunt
again
like a true huntress
I stalked you in leather
bound you with strips of my love
but alas the hunt is no fun anymore
when the game gives up so easy
and the hunter becomes the hunted
Intense and brooding
watching and waiting
investigating and searching
toying and playing
with your affections
manipulation and copulation
baying at the moon.
Stinger ready
passion plenty
spinning its web
of lies and deception
a form of manipulation
just to get her way.
The huntress
seeing her prey
taking her time
of its final display
its unexpected attack
devouring the flesh
without remorse
the passionate killer
a Scorpion of course!
I’ve found solice in you, you me and a knife
Shed dead skin of an old life. Walk hand in hand through clover, my love and I.She;s the one, I’ve fallin for a witch. Her shadow casts out the sun. moonstuck by her eyes, lunacy greets with a smile. No denying these things, in her arms a hunger grows. In the garden we shall go. Sweet girl, just breathe. Drink deep, your salvation. Mother of slumber. I long for you. Huntress of wispers. Mistress divine. I’m yours.
Ancient Goddess
humans have worshiped you
for love, fertility, night, mist
and ocean's blue-
Huntress, protector
Creator of the sweetest nectar.
Many civilizations
for thousands of years,
under many names-
You have been the benevolent
defender of mortal fears
Moon haze she sweats-
worshippers on knees bow
when her silver hue and human eyes are met.
M inerva
O ps
O shun Ana
N ott
G efion
O dudua
D ionysus
D iana
E laine
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