Friday, February 7, 2014

Heart Tender

dreamy sun


My muse is a heart hunter, her bow arched readily,
her arrow point dabbed with a gossamer glint
the color of spirit.
I am her target and, emboldened with time,
I confront her with soul-fire and fear-ashes,
stomach knots and eye-stars.

Sky and trees are tossed by the air,
green-shuffled and blue-shifted in a windblown vertigo,
the sunset on my neck-nape.
I spy, with delight,
ten thousand wren-wings of a migrating flock,
their nerves fraught with dusk-twitter.
Twilight nestles against slumbering petals,
their flower-souls folded in and dreaming.

I wave my white handkerchief.
Seizing her moment, my muse bends an arrow back
and releases, our eyes locked.
My ears hear the whistling sound the arrow makes
as it soars through the air to my lung-cage,
hitting its target dead center, heart-tender.

© Sherri Brannon 2014

I find that poetry comes to me easier in the wintertime...there's less distraction, less color, less external activities. I'm more contemplative, quieter...there's a stillness present that isn't there in the bustle of spring, summer, or fall. This is a poem I've been working on for the last couple of weeks. I never know when I'm going to get "hit" with the sudden need to write. It was fun to think of my muse as a hunter with her bow and arrow.

My photo was edited using Radlab - I like the dreamy effect I was able to get. And through the wonders of Photoshop, I was able to add a flock of birds by finding an image at Flickr Creative Commons and adding it in as a separate layer.

Thank you for stopping by!

It just happens to be the way that I’m made. I have to write things down to feel I fully comprehend them. ~Haruki Murakami


  1. Love this shot and how you have captured this flock of birds. looks like an extended part of the tree. Also, as always Sherri... your poem is just wonderful. Such talent!

  2. I so love images of trees they seem so alive and full of promise thanks for sharing your wonderful poem..

  3. I so love "dusk twitter" and "the flower-souls folded in and dreaming". So many gorgeous images. Beautifully done.

  4. Beautiful poem to go with your equally beautiful image.

  5. Your image is beautiful and so is your poem! It's funny how seasons affect us in so many ways. Winter does seem like a good time to write poetry. I find I take more pictures in the winter.

  6. Very nice. I love the poem. I find that I am more productive with my writing in the summer. I think I just find more muse when I can sit on the beach at sunrise.

  7. This is a poem of the heart. Nice lines here. I especially liked
    "Seizing her moment, my muse bends an arrow back
    and releases, our eyes locked." Yes, it does seem to happen
    that way sometime, doesn't it?

  8. that whole first stanza...muse the heart hunter...the color of spirit and you being the prey/target...ha...often we might think of our muse as what gives us to share with others but i like that it begins with write...

  9. What a lovely poem! The muse as the heart-hunter with a bow and an arrow reminds me of cupid. Even the god of love in Hindu mythology operates through a bow and an arrow. I wonder why it is that all such figures come with a bow and an arrow.

  10. Beautiful imagery ... I love the idea of a muse being a hunter, shooting arrows of inspiration. And I agree the stillness of winter is contemplative. :)

  11. "My muse is a heart hunter" - this is how I feel about mine too! I enjoyed reading about your muse.

  12. Sherri,

    You are lucky that you have been able to define your muse. Love the heart hunter title:)
    A magnificent painted poem with your words and the super image. So much life within...

  13. Hi Sherri, An ambitious write and I love your concept here - muse as a heart hunter... Well realised - "sunset on my neck nape..." - really liked that - felt it true... With Best Wishes Scott

  14. I liked this bright and vibrant picture (Just it's a little blurred)! I liked your words too...:)

  15. Oh I enjoyed your muse tremendously! And the peek into your process ...both poetic and photographic! Thanks for sharing.

  16. Such a rich and beautiful use of words from the first line to the last. Your subject is one every writer can relate to.