Post by FicWriter on Feb 17, 2009 3:51:44 GMT 10
Loneliness
(A Ladyhawke Sonnet)
By JD
Dawn creeps slowly across the sky, it's golden fingers pulling aside the first traces of night, and the man awakes.
Once dressed and astride his mount his eyes begin to scour the sky, searching. Suddenly he freezes; he has found what he sought.
An arm outstretched is the only call he need make, somehow she knows that he needs her. The hawk turns in mid-flight, the field mouse that was her prey forgotten. She has but one thought now; she must join the man.
As she lands, her wingtips brush his cheek. He remembers another touch, another caress. He closes his eyes as tears threaten to break from them.
Night dips it's shade and the world sleeps, save she. Lighting a fire, the woman draws his cloak tighter around her, inhaling his scent, suddenly chilled.
As a lone wolf howls forlornly in the distance she releases a breath she hadn't known she held. Patience, she tells herself, he will come in his own time. But, it is hard, she hates this time apart.
Soft footsteps behind her signal his approach and she turns, her face lit by a smile. The wolf stops, waiting; he seems to dare her to come to him. When she remains still it is he who gives in first, he who moves to her.
He welcomes her touch though all of his instincts say he should flee. He does not know why it is so important that she is near, but he knows it is all the same. And she can only hold him, he face buried in the blackness if his coat, wishing that he were who he should be as her tears dampen his fur.
The End
(A Ladyhawke Sonnet)
By JD
Dawn creeps slowly across the sky, it's golden fingers pulling aside the first traces of night, and the man awakes.
Once dressed and astride his mount his eyes begin to scour the sky, searching. Suddenly he freezes; he has found what he sought.
An arm outstretched is the only call he need make, somehow she knows that he needs her. The hawk turns in mid-flight, the field mouse that was her prey forgotten. She has but one thought now; she must join the man.
As she lands, her wingtips brush his cheek. He remembers another touch, another caress. He closes his eyes as tears threaten to break from them.
Night dips it's shade and the world sleeps, save she. Lighting a fire, the woman draws his cloak tighter around her, inhaling his scent, suddenly chilled.
As a lone wolf howls forlornly in the distance she releases a breath she hadn't known she held. Patience, she tells herself, he will come in his own time. But, it is hard, she hates this time apart.
Soft footsteps behind her signal his approach and she turns, her face lit by a smile. The wolf stops, waiting; he seems to dare her to come to him. When she remains still it is he who gives in first, he who moves to her.
He welcomes her touch though all of his instincts say he should flee. He does not know why it is so important that she is near, but he knows it is all the same. And she can only hold him, he face buried in the blackness if his coat, wishing that he were who he should be as her tears dampen his fur.
The End
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