Straight like a river
A river with no end
Across a grassy meadow
Over meadow I run
Singing in the air
The frosty air inhaled
Towards me comes the arrow
The arrow from the bow
The bow held far behind me
Behind me in the hands
The hands of a goddess
The goddess with her eyes
Eyes like golden apples
Hair like golden sunset
Hands like ivory statue
Fingers clamped tightly
Curling on the bow
The bow with the arrow
The arrow coming closer
Artemis, once again I am yours.
(Published in the print version of the Spring 2012 edition of SLCC Folio.)
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