Orion tightened his belt,
just a few notches,
adjusted weapons and pelt,
eager to continue the chase,
shooting stars through space.
Out of breath and fading yellow.
Leo roared, and Taurus bellowed,
Capricorn pawed black holes
in the atmosphere,
ready to run and full of fear.
The cosmic hunt was on,
all at the mercy of Orion.
Kim M. Russell, 13th May 2021
Image found on Pinterest
My response to Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #69: Of the Hunt
Magaly is back with a prompt that was inspired by an exchange overheard in an oncologist’s waiting room, and the troubled look of one of the people involved in it. Our challenge is to write poetry or prose from the point of view of a character or speaker who is hunting, being hunted, or both.
writing in north norfolk 
All the while
Splash splish
Went the fish.
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Kim, this is wonderful. I love this. So much fun.
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Thank you, Debi!
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This is glorious! I love seeing this celestial doing their thing, this might be the only sort of war I can ever enjoy–shooting stars and black holes being clawed into being… What fantastic imagery. Also, I love how the tone chants like a spell.
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Thank you, Magaly! Re-reading it, it does chant like a spell!
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I really like this. You made the constellations come alive!
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Thanks so much, Jenna!
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Your hunt sounds out of this world!!!
I’d need a guide to hunt in the cosmos. I can find both dippers and that is all I know.
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Cheers Jim!
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So glad I returned for another look-see at posts __ both the image and poetry ~ stellar.
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Thank you, Helen!
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This is so clever and creative, Kim. Bravo!
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This is so clever and creative, Kim. Bravo!
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Thanks so much, Bev!
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