A poem about a hunter who finds himself the one being hunted by a fairy. |
Hidden Forest On moon covered hillcrest I overlook valley A moment reflection allows me to dally. Swift spur to my horse and I jump over tali Pursuing the hunt running through wooded alley. Trails are empty inside Hidden Forest. My cloak crisply flapping, a banner of green And against the foliage my silhouette seen But only by the beasts with eyes that are keen These foes are the ones I am hunting. With daylight expended, no golden rays guide Peripheral senses on now I rely To find out the burrow where beasts try to hide To avoid riding home dangling at my side. Carried forth from inside Hidden Forest. Quivers stand up erect inside slung leather sheath Confidence on my brow sits there proud like a wreath Masquerade doubts and fears buried just underneath Hid far from the ones that I’m hunting. A rustling sound leaps forth over the brush And branches bend back with leaves green and so lush. My prey is close now and my heart gives a rush. Blood flows through my face, it revealing a flush. Tests my mettle inside Hidden Forest My bow is brought up and the quiver pulled taut Awaiting with patience the prey I have sought To ride on my saddle as prize I have caught The beast that I long have been hunting. Beyond the brush cover a silver-lined brook A womanly specter that caused me a look. Pulled I to her side as though pierced by a hook. My senses are bruised by surprise they were took. Lying waiting inside Hidden Forest. The current ran over her fingers and palm. Her presence brought over me unnatural calm. While trees stood their guard of us singing a psalm Of learning the dangers of hunting. I pulled off my cap with a sweep of its feather Unbuckled my sheath and I laid down the leather Her lavender garments made jealous the heather The look in her iris, my tongue it did tether If tried speaking inside Hidden Forest. Her hair hung o’re shoulders like running cascade The hem of her dress by deft imps had been made The cut of her bodice should have been forbade To anyone in the wood hunting. I offered gloved hand to assist her in rising. For sitting on earthen can be compromising. A plan to undo me she’s plainly devising. Position of hands that she’s quickly revising To upend me inside Hidden Forest. She spoke in strange tongue that pulled both of us near. A Murmuring promise I bent close to hear Assurances made to dismiss all my fear Of laying so close to the hunted. She loosened my straps and let fall down my cloak She wore down my barriers under the oak. She did it all while giving wink to her folk Who’s habit was often to viciously coax Wandered souls lost inside Hidden Forest. Her fingers danced nimbly ‘cross unshielded skin She claimed jurisdiction here inside her den. A bewildered ranger could never defend Against a trap sprung by the hunted. Each stitch of my clothing she put to the test. To bend to her wishes her only request. On blanket of leaves there was no chance for rest. Each secret I knew she induced me confess. While she had me inside Hidden Forest. My cunning was lost and my mind became dull From sweet touch of flesh and her hideaway lull It gave me no chance to think, ponder or mull That I had been snared by the hunted. On turf lay about me my garments and trappings Beside babble brookside she left me there napping. To dream of the water o’er stones quickly lapping. My will and my vigor she’s secretly sapping. Under cover inside Hidden Forest. Awoke just in time to witness her dancing Across silver water and there she was prancing Alone in the glen, my bruised heart she was lancing. A fate that is fit for the hunted. I gathered my sidearm and straightened my vest. To rise from the ground my weak knees I did test. To see if they answer my mind’s firm behest To carry me quickly from enchantress nest Buried deeply inside Hidden Forest. I journey home weary with shoulders hung low Pray others don’t learn what I painfully know If into the forest for hunting you go The hunter will soon be the hunted. |