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| The Sunday Muse Picture Prompt |
Do not weep child, my spirit is with you
you often came into the woods to play
on the grounds marked as my territory
often sharing your lunch when no food
could be found...berries and bread to
fill hungry bellies
your gentle and respectful
nature, a joy to watch from
my vantage point
The hunter came and you heard the
the shattering gunshot of my enemy
quickly, running to my side, heaving
your trembling body upon my wound,
spilling blood, soaking your protective apron
your tears falling into my eyes as I inhale
and exhale my last few breaths
Your grandmother came and knelt by
my side....taking my giant paw in her hand
she called upon the ancient spirits to lead
me home...over the sky bridge
A mournful cry, compassion in my wolfish eyes
grieve not friend, my spirit will always be
with you ...I will guard your back in darkest times
when you see the daisies in the clearing
know that I love you
as, for the hunter, the pack will pick up
his scent and have no mercy....for I am
the alpha....
linking with The Sunday Muse
Author's note: I saw this prompt yesterday
and thought
I will think about it. Well, last night this played out in my
dreams. It was a bit unsettling and I woke with teary eyes.
A story poem, Thank you for visiting
I love how the image impacted your dreaming and the poem that followed …. Inspiration comes in many forms.
ReplyDeleteWow, what a dream!
ReplyDeleteVery evocative. A complete tale in a poem.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, this poem brought tears to my eyes too. So heartrending. I love the compassion in the wolf's eyes, even as he lay dying. A beautiful poem, True.
ReplyDeleteI'm feeling teary myself! Very emotional poem, Truedessa.
ReplyDeleteWow some serious dealt with here.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💜love
That hunter is in for a very bad day...
ReplyDeleteTruedessa, you are giving me the goosebumps. You definitely tapped into something with your vision.
ReplyDeleteA mournful cry, compassion in my wolfish eyes
ReplyDeletegrieve not friend, my spirit will always be
with you ...I will guard your back in darkest times
Love the care and feelings expressed here True! One is more concerned with the act of violence perpetuated rather than it being a wild animal. The compassion reserved for it transcends the fear for a dangerous beast. Stay safe Ma'am!
Hank
A beautiful and heart stirring story poem Truedessa. It is always a blessing to see you at the Muse!
ReplyDeleteOh yes, your dream was much more vivid and violent than mine, but I did sleep on the photo and there were words in the morning. This is a sad poem; the action was fast but the mourning lingered long. Great!!
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This catches me up in the story--one wonders how much of this will find its way through her life.
ReplyDeleteHi Truedessa - this was very powerful and so true for those who can see and be with the spirit life - loved it - excellent dream, which I'm sure will stay with you for many a day. Cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteA story poem...Love it. I hope she never loses touch with the wolf in her. Beautiful
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