So I think I'm going to pick as many berries this fall as I can, then experiment with recipes. I'm mainly interested in pies and cakes....but I was thinking to try a dumpling, maybe with some blackberries thrown in. Salmonberries are an odd sweet...with notes of orange and lemon. It should be fun.
Every weekend my other half leaves to look for game. And at least once a month something happens so he doesn't return on time. And I sit and worry and clean or watch sappy movies of which I never remember the title or the plot. And I think about hanging his shoes.
In the old day the women would take a pair of their hunters old boots and hang them up on the rafters or drying racks. If the boots quit moving then the hunter was in trouble and would probably not make it home.
So I stayed up most of the night, waking up every few hours to pace and check the weather. He was fine...tired...but fine.
I wrote this a long time ago....
.......
My Hunter
Come home to me
Avoid her blinding white gaze
take no comfort
in her cold arms
My Hunter
Come home to me
Love her
As I love her
Cherish her
Like I cherish her
But never forget she is a unforgiving mistress
My Hunter
Come home to me
I have rituals
And rites
Till you come back to me
So you can remember
The warmth and the rest
My Hunter
Come home to me
Ignore her whispered promises
For she can tell lies
Be wiser than her
And come home to me.
Things I found awesome today:
The wind blowing away the bugs...
The word "salutations"...
The sun dipped behind the mountains and there was a sunset...
and this photo:
Your hunter came home to you.
ReplyDeleteAnd I love that photo.
The poem is absolutely beautiful. You should continue always to write as the words you say create an amazing picture in the mind.
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