Thursday, April 18, 2019

the hunter’s desire

the skin he placed over 
her shoulder was
his own 
unaltered or new
but aged as a oak ages  
well on its own with the seasons
 in full

her every breath his 
as he tracked her 
though movements of fever and flesh 
pale flesh pushed strong to a corner grove - 
still dressed in autumn 

             calling out its first 
                                  cry of migration 

bkmackenzie 2019

linked to Open Link Night d'verse poets


  1. Words uttered, almost whispered...beautiful!!

  2. I liked the ending references migration and I suspect potential loss.

  3. This makes me feel as the last sweet kiss before parting... If there is any song to go with this it has to be "One more cup of coffee..." by Dylan