The Hunt
The forest at dusk is a prison of shadows,
souls fleeing with hearts beating in panicked flow.
The trees are bars, trapping us in a hell that lingers,
their branches reaching out like gnarled fingers.
The birds’ cries have become our demise,
their freedom songs now mocking caws, right to life a lie.
Creatures of the forest trapped in an inescapable plight.
Eyes glowing like demons in the fiery half-light.
The leaves rustle, the branches sway.
the birds or our hearts will give us away.
The fairy tales of blood and fire, and absence of sun
No longer a tale, for the hunt has begun.
As the darkness on the forest begins to lay,
we know we are the hunted, the prey.
For the hunter has invaded our space.
Twigs snap in angry protest; munition clicks into place.
We hide, cry, and pray with all we have left,
hoping to escape the cruel fate ahead.
The dusk-covered forest smells of gun-powdered death.
Mom, I lov… his life gone before he could hit send.
Tomorrow we’ll receive thoughts and prayers
followed by deafening silence and no repairs.
And the hunts will continue despite those who fall
because the hunters’ rights matter most of all.
About this poem
This poem was written to highlight the continued growth of school shootings in America. While thoughts and prayers are given with the most heartfelt intent, they have begun to feel like a robotic response to a problem that does not have to exist.
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Written on April 20, 2023
Submitted by chellebelle77 on September 25, 2023
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Scheme | XXAA XXBB CCDD CCEE XXXX FFGG |
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 1,157 |
Words | 229 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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