[other] hunter

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author: meg



Freya stands spinning
her hands pulling out the thread
of wool dyed with colors
brought from long sea journeys
red as the fire in the hearth

With quick hands
she winds the red thread on the shaft
sets the spindle in motion again
one practiced flick like a warrior
loosing a bow

A black kitten
too young to be harnessed
but too old to be with her mother
pats soft paws at the spindle
as it turns in the air

Smiling and laughing
Freya dangles the spindle
pulls it away from the cat
saying, When you are older
We shall find you better prey.



the end

Comments

[kurifurinkan.livejournal.com]

First off, I am very sorry if this comment is misformatted somehow- I am generating so many hearts they may affect the computer in some way.

asdfghjkl. THIS. So perfectly illustrates why you are one of my writing IDOLS.
Just. I wrote a thousand words on this topic recently, and in four verses you show me exactly how far I still need to go. T.T THANK YOU. ♥

Also, red thread and the kitten( I C WHUT U DID THAR). Argh, please ignore me keysmashing in the corner, please. XDI'm just embarrassing myself now.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Oh, I like this a lot. You do a lot with a few images, and they are so vivid and well-done. Excellent.