Trophys Of The Hunt Poem by james watkin

Trophys Of The Hunt



A milder form of haunting
Out of the ancestral walls'
Gawky appendages unnerves;
Horned protrusions appals.

Of Death's markesmanship, not dealt
To kinsmen branded a knight!
But where forest brake is still
For an ever helpless plight.

Sunday, May 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: haunted,hunting
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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