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The Huntress (Revised)
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The Huntress (Revised) |
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Mr»ÄlleÿÇät Member
since 2001-06-02
Posts 190 |
The Huntress Brought up on the warriors creed Trained to fill the village need No better hand at sword or bow Into the forest she would flow A wisp of air or whisper of leaves The stalking trek the huntress weaves Black armor of leather and breaches skin tight Her silhouette but a shadow in darkenwood light While hunting one day a trail she would cross A bend of a twig, a smearing of moss Sparking her interest, she quit hunting that day To follow this sign to wherever it may Whoever it was, she knew it as man The way it had wondered no purpose or plan Strange it seems, it stumbles and falls Like a drunkard’s swagger bumping the walls She found the intruder laid out by the stream Movements all jerky as if fighting a dream Broad shouldered brown hair streaked by the sun Stepping closer she wonders, "could this be the one?" Foretold by the seer past carnival day That love would find her in just such a way Of love and of men none she had known The lot of the huntress was sleeping alone She knew in the instant their eyes met Struck by the knowledge her future was set The longing of yesterdays finally at rest Holding true love the end of her quest He looked on the face of a heavenly sight And said, "Love, I've found you" then slipped into night She placed her hand on his quivering chest Cradled his head on to her leather-cupped breast She had found her true love and said her goodbye Shaken by sorrow and whispering why She sat there rocking, tears streaking her cheek For what she had lost by darkenwood creek With pain is so great. Why don't I Bleed! Weeps the daughter of the woodsman's seed Many years later she would relive the day Sitting by the fire her hair streaked in gray Her love's features sharp, her vision clear still Not clouded with mistrust or conflicts of will She sat there smiling at a young woman's plea And how it was answered by the heart of a tree Pulp tea the seer pressed her that day Held the gate open and fever at bay Two became one as foretold by the fates The manner of love and meaning of mates Author Mr»ÄlleÿÇät copyright © Ed Schmidt 2004 [This message has been edited by Mr»ÄlleÿÇät (07-07-2004 06:39 PM).] |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
How was it revised? Is the original post in the archives? I definitely got a "fantasy" feel with this, mystical, romantic. Nice story telling.  Susanbtw, I have quite the affinity for warrior women. I wrote a peice about the forging of a warrior with a far eastern feel. Perhaps you might enjoy it. It is based on the true methods used to forge a samurai sword. Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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Mr»ÄlleÿÇät Member
since 2001-06-02
Posts 190 |
Thank you Susan, Yes it is in the archives. The original was too sad for some, so I revised it so they could be together. A happily ever after sort of thing. I would love to read your poem (have a link?) |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Sorry, no link, not sure how to post them. Truthfully, I'm woefully uneducated when it comes to all the snappy computer and internet stuff people do. You should be able to find poems by Susan and look for the forging of a warrior. I will go find yours and read it. Thanks for the reply. Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
That's nice. A wonderful fairy tale, indeed!! |
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Mr»ÄlleÿÇät Member
since 2001-06-02
Posts 190 |
Thank you Susan for replying. Your poem was well written and held my interest. Gr8 piece. |
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Mr»ÄlleÿÇät Member
since 2001-06-02
Posts 190 |
Thank you Blues, Hugs |
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