The Guard of the Land
Part prey, part hunter
He runs for the hills when he’s in the mood for a hunt,
Buckskins and mantle hide him from the prey’s view,
He’s living in his element as his testosterone rises,
Tempest in the making as he challenges to pursue.
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Blood, sweat and hunger fuels his torment,
Rage his momentum and motivation to kill,
He stalks the wary, stealth his ultimate power,
As he runs the trails and up the hill.
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Noise stitches the air that rolls ragged through his lungs,
Whistling at speeds that only the mightiest can hear,
Surrounded by the snipers of the animal kingdom,
As much the prey as the hunter, he fears.
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Hearing a bird sing off to his left,
He slows and listens to the naturalistic sound,
Silence abounds in the opposite direction,
Guiding his hunt to the silence he’s found.
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Rustling in the bushes a dead giveaway,
When he sneaks up to find a rush of regret,
He welcomes the onslaught of disappointed sorrow,
Knowing he was deliberately led here as a threat.
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His run is far from over as he surrenders the chase,
Rolling with the punches from letting down his guard,
Tomorrow is another day, another long hunt,
And he plans to turn this land into his prey’s graveyard.
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Soldier on mighty hunter, do what you do best,
Clear the countryside of our joint foes,
Safeguard the alleys of paradoxical days,
Our nemesis would happily kill and dispose.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (5)
On the hunt, but for what? Hunted but by what? Tricked & threatened, but by what? Joint foes & nemesis, but who are they? You use such evocative imagery here, Colleen, ostensibly of a hunt. But some things don't fit too easily in my mind causing me to wonder if this is about something more. The fact that I can't quite pinpoint & be done with this makes it compelling, interesting, a puzzle that teases the mind without offering answers. In other words, well done!
Noise stitches the air that rolls ragged through his lungs This line was just so wow! I read it so many times! Awesome poem!
Such visual story-telling. Great job
I like this💙👌
Omg this was amazing! So intense! Such visuals! The hunt!