No Escape
A blanketed moon
and veiled stars
offer not
a comforter of dark -
no respite upon
woodland's floor
as the devil's descent
unerringly pinpoints
where the hunted hide.
by Margaret Bednar, August 10, 2013
This is linked with Poetry Jam "When the lights go out" and dVerse Open Link Night - the place to be on Tuesday nights.
20 comments:
ha if you are feeling like a mouse, i would def hide from the owl...he will pounce as surely as that devil will....watch what roams the dark...
No creature is safe from the owl at night, I fear. Nice one, Margaret.
Interesting creative perspective here. I like this and your photos are always lovely.
I love 'where the hunted hide' ... hide well, beautiful creatures, hide well.
Have you ever been on an owl crawl? An expert in owl calls leads and attracts the owls... then, with gentle laser filmed light, we see the owl undisturbed in natural habitat. On one, we saw an owl with prey in its grasp... this is a great take on the owl without ever mentioning it by name, only its characteristics.... one didn't even need to see the picture to know, and THAT is good writing! Amy
Love your take on the prompt, Margaret. Impressive pictures. Where were you?
very cool!
The top photo was taken in Winston-Salem NC on the University of North Carolina School of the Arts campus. It was just up in a tree watching people pass by!! The second was taken at the South Carolina Acquarium in Charleston, SC.
With the iPhone? Man. Those images, especially the last, are incredible, Margaret!
...hauntingly good... ah, and look at those eyes... so full of mystery as deep as the many secrets of the woodland... smiles...
Cool... thanks for answering my question. = )
"no respite upon
woodland's floor
as the devil's descent
unerringly pinpoints
where the hunted hide."
Owls are such beautiful birds of prey. You have done an amazing job capturing them with both your words and images!
Wonderful "capture" of the night hunter in words and photo. Well done.
as the devil's descent
unerringly pinpoints
where the hunted hide.
Frightening! Looks to be no escaping. The person wanting to harm has got the victim's location. Nicely crafted Marge!
Hank
oh they are quick...and unfortunately can see in the dark...unfortunately for the poor mice...ugh... well put...
Beautifully written, the words 'where the hunted hide' remain with me.
I love that ending line, the night is frightening to me if I am by myself ~ Love those pictures too ~
Love the poem also as it can read as a metaphor for darkness and what it does to us.
beautiful writing margaret!
Always better to be the snacker than the snackee! Well done! Love the tension.
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