The Huntress with Helle Gade

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Blue hearts hum

With ceiling fans

 

Free as coils

Burning casually

On unsocked feet

 

The huntress comes at night

Her silent voice

Carried by the northern wind

Listen carefully

For she whispers

The secrets of the dark

 

She hunts the truth

The fears you harbour

She will alleviate

For she is all there stands

 

Between you and the evil

That hunts in the dark hours

 

Winter is approaching

With thunderous steps

Gale winds of cold fury

Following from the frosty

North It is time to go to ground

To cover up and wait longingly

For spring to chase away

The harsh breath of frost

I wish I could hibernate

 

Like a grizzly bear

Awake to budding flowers

And the promise of light

 

I fear an icy wind, and collapsing through the narrow skin –

Perhaps it is possible to bloom below subzero or survive in stasis

If not thrive.

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© 2017 Helle Gade and Ben Ditmars

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