A song drifts gently through the midnight wood
overtop the swaying trees.
Its fingered mist creeps down to beckon me
with soft, repeated, backward curl.
It sounds of hunger, thirst, and steadfast love
for that tender rabbit prey--
entangled in a far, distracting brush
to become another's feast.
It sounds of yearning. And for accompaniment,
ten thousand cicadas, stringed,
bow of that beautiful creature, fair;
and there he lies, his eyes concealed with leaves.
It sounds to me to run, be filled, and sing.
I groan, but stay. And still it calls
to me, upon my bed of fallen pine--
in the kind hunter's clawed trap.
Author notes
The poem above was entered into this contest in 10 lines, as specified by the rules, but was actually a 16-line prewrite that I reformatted to fit here. I HATED the way it sounded and looked in the revised version, so I have now altered the line breaking back to its original form, now that the contest has been judged.
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3453744
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A contest entry
- What's in a name by Lavender Butterfly.
550 points, ended April 3, 2008, 16 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Oh wow ~ I got tears reading this ~ just because of the power and depth behind the meaning. I am truly blown away... x You've provided such immense insight as to why you have chosen your name. Yours is one of those names I have always wondered about and now I see clearly... x Thank you... x Many blessings, love and light, Lavender Butterfly.... x
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