La Luna Del Cacciatore

This poem was birthed when I saw the Harvest Moon rising.  It immediately reminded me of a line from a movie which referred to "La Luna Del Cacciatore" ~ the Hunter's Moon.

La Luna Del Cacciatore  -  06 Oct 17

When the huntress comes

I shall not hide

She carries Cupid's bow

As her main tool

To attract and capture

Her target

There is no point

In hiding

She knows where I am

I am hers

The movie for those who are interested is "Alien v Predator".

Huntress

In the very early hours of the day, an hour had barely formed, when Muse asked me to make a note of some images which were forming in my thoughts.  The poem grew quite rapidly and I now present it here.




Huntress  -  13 Nov 12


Bird on the wing
She watches
Fleet of foot
Huntress dances through
My dreams

Sings to her bird
Spirals in … touches me
Pinpricks
Huntress smiles
Takes me in her arms

Caresses
Licks blood droplets
From my arm
Kisses and entices
Requesting…inviting

The bird looks deep within
The huntress ~ even deeper
They know me
I wake and a feather
Rests on my pillow




I just Love how these poems grow, inspired by my Muse.