Thread: Huntress

Artemis,
Greek goddess of Strength,
must have settled into your dreams
while a crescent moon above your forehead
shone light on the wilderness you know.

Yet, you hunt for lions,
panthers, hinds and stags.
Those born with two legs,
and black hearts.

You arm your bow with pointed words,
vengeance your shield.
Wood nymphs dance your countenance,
as you stalk your prey.
Stomp them little gods,
mortals disguised, to destiny;
pinning them to scroll.

Let them stumble
in the Netherland
while your words shed light,
though they come
from lightning bolts
of your pen.

With each sweep of hand
across the page,
consign them the slow demise:
Death, by a thousand paper cuts.





For Lisa, a collaboration between SilverMoon and Gumby

I'm thinking about Lisa daily, everytime sending her my hopes and love. Right from she joined this place, you knew there was a special lady aboard. You two have done a remarkable job of this tribute. With Lisa in mind, the piece simply came to life effortlessly. But also, what an inspiration to draw from, that pile of Lisa poetry we've witnessed over the years. I can't think of anyone else as productive, concise, and imaginative, when it comes to showing ones world and ones challenges through words.

So thank you two for this excellent piece, may we see more collaboration please, and thank you Lisa for inspiring us. Now you have to excuse me, I have to go read some old poems posted by a friend.

Love,
Martin

Oh boy, nah, check that, oh man is more befitting. What to say, what to say? First off, when I read a piece, I scroll until the last line shows and then stop, unless it's longer, in which case I just fill the page. That said, you guys left enough space between the piece and the dedication that it was hidden from my view. I was already happy to see Cindy had posted, as I am when Laurie or Martin do also because i know I am in for a treat. The piece is delicious and when I finished reading I uttered aloud, "Now that's a lady after my own heart." I found the piece remarkably comforting, somewhat akin to the first night in my own bed after a two week stint in hospital. Then I scrolled down and understood why. You ladies know me well, as Martin said, you tailored it for a perfect fit. I was hanging on by a single frayed thread and in writing this piece and reading Martin's reply I have to say that you have successfully transformed it once more into a sturdy length of rope. Saviors, three. God bless and keep you all.

Wilderness is a perfect word. I live in an atmosphere of animosity, and the walls I've erected to keep the beasties out have thus far been impervious to scaling. So what do you do? Freaking catapult yourselves right over and now you're inside. It's been so long since I've had guests, I've forgotten how to be a hostess. In other words, I could write a thousand paragraphs right now and it would not even reflect a tiny glimpse as to how I really feel at this moment. Anger and sadness are the only emotions I know how to easily express. You guys deserve far more than the following, but as I said, these parts are rusty, so I will have to settle for the most heartfelt thank you ever uttered by a human being. I am honored far beyond words. It's overwhelmingly comforting to be loved so and to find out I'm never really alone. I've dragged you guys through the mud with me, yet you never abandoned my side.

As to the piece itself, some brilliant writing, my ladies. I love it, and would have done so even if it was not meant for me. Your wording is impeccable, your imagery superb, and if I had a million dollars, I'd hand it over to you for that final stanza. We all know how fond I am of coming up with written murders and forms of torture, you two have bested me with that stanza, and I love you for it. Papercuts, indeed, sheer brilliance, and I love you for the originality and the vile nature of the demise also.

As for you, Martin, your gracious words brought me to tears and I am honored that you feel the way and do and extremely grateful that you think of me so often and send positive vibes my way. I am blessed by your friendship. And Cindy and Laurie, my two crutches, I owe you both, naughty girls, for putting me so blatantly in the limelight, you know I prefer to lurk, and for making me feel. Naughty, naughty, naughty, you know what they say about payback right... it's a b****, and I am payback personified. lol.

Biggest bear hugs ever,
innumerable sloppy smooches,
and all the love my few remaining heart cells can muster...

You've restored me.

Lisa

Just so nice to hear from you Lisa. Your silence on the boards have been, well, very loud on me. I should say you're not only appreciated for your pieces, but your critiques I've always found to be worthwhile and you've helped me with many nits here and there. But mostly your inescapable warm being (no matter how hard you try with your sarcastic hunting) I'd say have been your greatest contribution to this site. Now can I hope for some paper cuts in the brew?

Hugs back at ya, Martin.