365 Days of Poetry: Day Thirty-Four

the open plain
beckons.

freedom to run.
freedom to kill.

animal or fellow traveler;
it does not matter.

all fall to the Bow of the Hunt.
all bow to the finality of death.

a flash of poison.
a quick draw.

release.
the end.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

2 responses to “365 Days of Poetry: Day Thirty-Four

  • Maddi

    I love your poetry so much. In this poem, I especially love how the short clipped style imitates the chase. The last two lines are especially fitting.

    Beautiful, yet simple. Brings to mind a tribe of Native Americans on the hunt.

    • June Faramore

      You are making me blush. Which is awesome. I was definitely trying to evoke the feel of the hunt here. One of my favorite things about writing is that it is not only the words you use, but the style of your lines, that really makes a piece. Thank you so much for the kind words. Will help me keep going with this project.

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