Notable

the passion in your voice
the slight curve of your smile
the glimpse of the soul behind your eyes
the way you look at me
like we’re the only two people inhabiting this planet,
and nothing else even comes close to mattering

the most obvious things aren’t always the most Notable
and the most notable aren’t always obvious
but enchantment is found in discovery

-E.E.

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para||el

we often pass but never speak
sometimes i glance and note small things
that book you grasped as you walked by
i’ve read at least a dozen times
your voice, too, is hushed like mine
reserved for reading between the lines
once i think, you smiled at me
a smirk that hinted wittingly
you wander halls that i know well
it’s a shame our lives run para||el
i fear our paths will never cross
yet knowing you has been enough

-E.E.

The Wait.

An icy wind blows quietly through the thicket, gently stirring the bare branches overhead. She crouches even lower against the brush, holding her position steady, beanie pulled down low over her ears. She flexes her fingers and cups them, blowing hot air into her bare hands. She clenches her jaw to prevent her teeth from chattering. Snow lightly feathers her parka and eyelashes. 6 hours have numbed her core.

Silence.

A crisp chill settles over the frost-covered forest. Her senses remain vigilant as a shadow finally emerges into sight, not far from where she’s carefully tracked prints. The four-hoofed beast stands majestically against the rays of the setting sun. Its brown coat a stunning contrast to the surrounding snow. Antlers arc gracefully towards the sky. The wait is over.

Silence.

She bites her lip and doesn’t dare breathe whilst slowly shifting her weight down onto her right knee and reaches to grab an arrow from the worn quiver strapped snug against her back. Her eyes never leaving the target, she nocks the arrow without hesitation. Waiting until the whitetail takes a single step forward, exposing its vitals, she swiftly pulls her bow to a full draw.

Silence.

The creature cocks its ears and turns its head, alerted to any movement, but doesn’t flee. Seizing the opportunity, she briefly anchors the string into holding – string to nose, fingers to jaw. Aiming low and inhaling lightly, she looses the arrow.

Silence.

The wind stops, freezing the moment before defeat. As predicted, the animal jumps to life at the snap of release, milliseconds too late. The arrow buries itself into its broadside. She waits patiently and watches as it runs another 200 yards into the woods. Closing her eyes, she quietly whispers a prayer under her breath, finishing just as a defeated thud echoes in the distance. She rises from her crouched position, stretching her spine and stiff limbs and brushing the ice from her hefty clothes. Swallows hard and gritting her teeth, she trails after her fallen prey. Survival is a painful game.

 


The Daily Post Daily Prompt: Silent

 

anatomy of you

I see you
the eyes of your soul
the smile in your eyes
the light in your smile
lightly tracing
over
every inch of you
every
soft
curvature of skin
skin to skin
interlaced fingers
hand to hold
lips to back
the small of your back
the back of your neck
every bump and scar
crease and fold

I have memorized them all

I know you
familiar warmth
gravitational pull
comfortable silence
the laugh
the whisper
the promise
the voice that calls me home