The hot July noonday 
Was pregnant with storm 
She moved like a doe 
And he watched her lean form
Shine through the thin curtain
Of her simple white dress
And he wanted to lift it
And to kiss her small breasts
But she said, ‘No love don’t —
They’ll find us you’ll see
They’ll trace us and chase us
And they’ll kill you and me’
Her petal lips trembled
And he bowed his head
Yes he wanted to kiss her
But he listened instead
And they moved through the forest
And the air stood still
And the hunters went home
With their day’s kill.


Sasha A. Palmer

linking to dVerse Open Link Night #174



11 thoughts on “Missed

  1. My mind jumps to the California 6 month rape sentence so prevalent in the news now — and the 5 page letter the young woman wrote and read at the end of the trial. I choose to concentrate on these three lines
    “And he bowed his head
    Yes he wanted to kiss her
    But he listened instead”
    Choosing to use the image of the doe, quite frail and lovely in the midst of the forest is a sharp juxtaposition to seeing the hunters seen in the ending.


  2. An intriguing story. Glad the lovers got away, but what is the story of the daily kill? Love how you tell the one story, but leave us wondering about the other


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