Thursday, 9 October 2014

The Wild Hunt

The thunder of hooves
The lightening crack of a whip
The baying breath of dogs
Misting the autumn air

The haunting sound of hunting horn
The inciting scent of unseen prey
The flash of wild, white eyes
The straining of unbridled steeds

Pulled by the moon’s momentum
Swirling in vertices of velocity
Drumming the taught earth
Then piercing the night sky…

The broken branch
The indented earth
Flying leaves and scattered seeds
Fleeing feet and clattering wings
Racing heartbeats slowly receding

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