Showing posts with label dryads. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dryads. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Artemis Falls


                                                               

                                                                         Y
                                                                          o ur
                                                                          hands
                                                                          tingle my
Your arrow across the purple moon glow night  --beach haloed
streaks and sparks, metallic explosion reminds  --an omens delight
us the same flavour of blood on our tongue --bursting, waning, waxing
stain of mortalic after taste, singed with sardonic empathy --ashore releasing.
                                                                        W
                                                                        E hum
                                                                        ans EX  
Your spent time flowing soft in tame tides Femme --plorers seek
of the Forests where once witches brew, --to discover, ask for answers
rue Diana and her dryads heathen troops haunt --in corners where echoes
elfin fortresses delight, romping, tromping --recall, recant shadows of footsteps…                                                                         
                                                         S
                                                         ands
                                                         note grains
                                                         of Truth traces out
Your shadow passes casting glances --lines afraid of the dim
on sundials freeing the breeze to say---dark and unknown places
by the way You don’t belong but it was--leading to strange faces taunt
not You or I but the hunted who fear--races behind restrained by leashes-CUT

Free to fly.

Image by By (Marie-Lan Nguyen), 2007 'Artemis' Gabii Louvre [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

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