Shadows and Motley

That miniscule, gem-precious moment,

When the present isn’t yet history,

When today is not quite yesterday

But not quite turned –

As it must – into tomorrow;

Before the huntress’s decision- finger

Starts to squeeze the trigger;

Before ecstasy’s fireworks begin;

That respectful wolf-pause, – before the

Faith-arch jugular leap:

The unique, silver moon instant

When a figure used to dressing in

Shadows and motley

Dances, happily  lit by beams

From the evening star,

Full of elf-life and joyous passion

His heart the one that moves quietly

Beneath the surface of the World-Long Forests

The music which only he and I hear

Should go on for ever.

5 thoughts on “Shadows and Motley

  1. Chatty Owl says:

    And all it takes… Is one finger.
    To trigger.

  2. beeseeker says:

    … and a huntress

  3. Chatty Owl says:

    A huntress..
    Thats such a perfect word.

    • beeseeker says:

      Agree, definitely something powerful about the word and the concept; because it is unusual perhaps, or not an automatic image?
      Toyed with using “sniper”/”Hunter”/”poacher” but settled, happily on huntress.

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