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This poem is written in the time where humans were hunter-gatherers.
Warning: The content may be upsetting or objectionable to some readers.
Night Hunters
Golden disk, wolves howl —
Night’s risk, hunting, humans prowl.
Ten wolves chasing, humans, two,
I ran faster, leaving you.
You are captured, wolves munch;
Your scream silenced, your bones crunch.
Ripping stomach, innards slop
Pulling liver, sickening plop.
Viewing safe in height of elder yew,
Relieved and saddened, they eat you.
Sarah is the host of Saturday Mix. Sarah says:
Welcome to the Saturday Mix – Sound Bite, 8 June 2019! This week we are hearing things, as we explore the use of ONOMATOPOEIA. You will need to use the THREE onomatopoeic words in your response – which can be poetry or prose. Our three words, using onomatopoeia are: howl, munch, plop
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Clever. Sardonic. Black. You’ve inspired me. I may give it a try.
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High praise, Pam! Thank you. Give it try please!
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Reminds me of all the Clan of the Cave Bear books I read. ;)
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I know I read at least one of those, a long time ago. Ayla? I think her name was? My mom loves that series.
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I read them all… maybe not the last one though that had to be finished by another writer since the author passed… I think I’d like to ride a lion! :)
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Whew! Well that’s a scene you’ve painted here! The writer safe up in the tree watching…but me the reader right there in the chewing of the words! YIKES!
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Yes, harrowing for sure.
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Very lively and graphic; nice CAVE BEAR vibe to it. The internal rhymes work well, two per line. Is that a specific form?
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Thank you for your comments, Glenn. I made sure 8 syllables per line and tried for the rhymes at the ends. It may be a specific form by accident. Thanks for taking a close look at it.
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We have learned to keep the scenery of killing hidden… but once it was part of life…
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Yes, Bjorn. So much so that I felt compelled to put a warning before the poem.
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This is incredibly powerful! I love the way you have effortlessly incorporated the given words and the idea that the hunt was at night’s risk! ❤️
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Sanaa, thank you for your kind words. I’m glad you noticed about night’s risk for 2 hunters. The reasons they were forced out in the night at risk are unknown but hanging there unspoken.
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For me initially a mismatch of style and topic – but you converted me in the end, with what I found to be a refreshing write.
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Scott pleased to meet you. Thank you for your thoughtful comment.
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The survivor of something like that watches in sorrow and relief. I like how you used the word “munch”.
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Frank, thank you for reading and commenting and your kind words.
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Yikes! Climb a little higher, just in case.
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Wow! you could have used this as your flash fiction the other day! A rather gory scene for sure.
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Yes I could have, never even thought about it.
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We tend to sanitize death, even in our blood-and-gore media. The realism here is very effective. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe. Having the omanopoeia (sp?) prompt surely helped with the realism.
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