Demigoddess Poem by Ian McArthur

Even now on guard
huddled clouds ready to run
from the instincts of the sun
On such a day I saw her there
the wind's talons combing her hair
a stag leapt, but than was still.
she glid through leaps of thorns
For once, nothing at all seems worn.
At ease, her stride was long
the length of her legs long.

Something was caught in her eye
Like the spider scrutinize the fly
it was a plump ruby of the sky
Like a cat reaching for the silk
with little interest in the milk
She touched the apple from the bough
and bow it did, and quivers now
Deftly she turned its thin throat
giving that flesh a single kiss,
she gnashed it with her teeth, a sweet abyss.