A Poem by Judy Ponceby

Silently gliding through 
invisible trails
In search of quarry 
most rare.

Her bare feet
leaving no prints
for the earth 
to reveal her passing.

Her eyes, deepest amber,
search endlessly
until they light upon
her gilded prey.

Notching a silver arrow 
from her woven quiver
she takes its life,
and in return
she gives thanks 
and blessings 
to her prey 
and the gods 
that provide.

© 2011 Judy Ponceby

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A noble and proper view of the human being's relationship to Earth's other living creatures.
Beautifully composed.
Thank you, Sheena.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Very nice piece, shows the nature aspect in its beauty :)

Posted 8 Years Ago

A daughter of Diana.

Posted 8 Years Ago

You make my Gods plain to the naked eye and I thank you for it!

Posted 8 Years Ago

nature in full flow,so very well described and an obvious love for nature shines through

Posted 8 Years Ago

Yes, the way it's meant to be. Thankfulness seems like an anachronism theses days.
Love the poem.

Posted 8 Years Ago

nice images, the atmosphere of a storied tale, with more beneath the surface.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on August 19, 2011
Last Updated on August 19, 2011


Judy Ponceby
Judy Ponceby

Swanton, OH

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