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Nocturnal Whorship.
Contributed by
cashfan1
on
Wednesday, 15th September 2010 @ 02:24:23 AM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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I am brought to a point of no return
By a magic nocturnal moment.
The badger makes his shufferling snufferling way
Across fields smoldering
Under the first fire of the season's frost.
He comes out into the light of a delicate moon,
Stands still, every fiber, sinew and muscle taunt
And alert to the dangers of the night.
And I stand too, a shadow undetected,
Emitting no sound, making no movement,
Just my breath sketching demons
On the frosty night air.
The badger turns his face to the altar of the moon,
I turn mine and together we worship.
The wild and the imprisoned, as one.
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cashfan1
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2010-09-15 02:24:23]
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Re: Nocturnal Whorship.
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by joydeep_nath on
Wednesday, 15th September 2010 @ 10:57:05 AM AEST
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| preety amazing write! |
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Re: Nocturnal Whorship.
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by NewGuy on
Wednesday, 15th September 2010 @ 09:51:42 PM AEST
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| very unique, i enjoyed it. thank you |
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