The Hunter

THE HUNTER

 

The hunter positioned his black rifle

Rang a piercing shot

Right through the neck of the isles

Called Blizzard score

By the bay of Bladderwick

 So tearlessly, merciless and treadless though

A soaring red footed falcon

‘T caused to be killed

Freezing his breath filled song

Now as cold as an ice stone

Fell straight from the sky to the gravel beach

Below the strange neck of isles

Where the hunter sauntered on his wild horse carriage

Galloping still

He plunged now his golden spear

Into the blustery seas

And killed at once the harmless blue whale

Swimming through and fro

Singing harmoniously

In and out through the sea’s lap of luxury

What harm had he done

The innocent beast

All condoned to the fault of the sinner hunter man

Who now aimed with his golden bow

Another sharp v piercing arrow

Right off the elastic cords the funny shaped bow

Obliquely though

It tilted and he aimed recklessly

Thinking he conquered all living beings

Of the neck of the isles of living man

His first aim missed

Yet still arched his bow

And his hunting topee with a feather he tilted

To ease his aim with precision

Flew the arrow straight

Cutting right through the heart of a ringed seal

It flapped his side flipper wings as if danced

A death groove round and round and fell

Right at the foot of the laced boots so tall

The feelingless hunter

He never faltered, he never missed

Yet skipped a beat of the mammal beast

And died scourged and ravaged by

The bay of Bladderwick, each of Blizzard’s score shores

And put now his feet above

Right atop the lifeless mammal

As if condoning his ruthless sin

By the hide of his char black, oily skin

Then the hunter collected his red footed falcon

Blue whale and ringed seal one by one

And a bag of mussels, oysters and crabs

By the shore side he’d gathered in silver net

And tying them to his carriage

Set off from the gravel beach

Instead of the sand smarting his eye

He smarted and outwitted

The preys of paradise

Soon galloped away home

Till the light breath of snorts

And hooves of his horses gallivanting

Sounded faint on his return

Lollop Trollop Trollop

Back from the neck of isles

Of the forsaken Bladderwick bay

Side by side the Blizzard score of shores

 

The next day the hunter soon set out early dawn

Again the same neck of isles

Near Bladderwick bay

Of the blizzard score shores

One by one took out his hunting gear

His black revolver, his bow and arrow

The spear and harpoon along

Singing and humming carefree

Astride his golden horse carriage

Once he reached the neck of isles shoreline

It howled like mad that foreboding day

As if a mad ghost was let loose from a bucket of

Salty and pearly tear drops

It opened its mouth wide and black

Hollow and taunt

And let out a shrill sound of the blustery winds along

“Oooooooooooooahhhhhhhhehhhhhhuoooooheeeeeflooooofleeee”

He used his bow and obliquely again

Arched from it the v shaped arrow

Sharp as cutlass it was pricked

And soon flew it from the bow string

As supple as elastic

It darted along

The cool, silent breeze that hushed its sad song

“Whooooooweeeeahhhhehhhoheeeflooooofleee”

Flying out the bow the object it hit

Was a harmless beast of the waters

Half a fish and I guess half a human being

It was a mermaid called Tangleweed Genial Cord

She eerily panted her last breath

And because of the fog on the beach

He could not see her carcass

Arrive by the very first sway of the ocean currents

Right to the shore side sandy wharf

Where she lay without heaving a single breath

Dead I suppose and tangled in a web

Of weeds, moss and lichen

As the fog cleared he thought he missed his aim

And let loose another arrow fly through the strings of the supple bow

It plunged now into a wandering black browed albatross sea bird

Flying low to finish his catch for the day

And with a fish in his mouth

A haunting surprise left it like a vacant supper foam frothing

At its poor beak still his head held high

High above the clouds

Where he circled and fell down

The wandering black browed albatross bird

Had sworn he was hunter once

By his natures agile request

But now himself a prey of the ruthless beast hunter

He even used his harpoon at dusk

Beneath the silvery moonlight

To kill a lithe and supple white tailed dear

Leaping like a gleaming golden goddess

Bounding through the valleys that hid behind

Thither side tother Bladderwick bay

Of the blustery, blizzard score shores

 

This time the neck of isles

Surrounding Bladderwick Bay

It howled more madly than before the foreboding day

As if a mad ghost was let loose from a bucket of

Salty and pearly tear drops in vain

It opened its mouth wide and black

Hollow and taunt

And let out a shrill sound of the blustery winds along

“Oooooooooooooahhhhhhhhehhhhhhuoooooheeeeeflooooofleeee”

For Alas! The King of the waves learned

Sad news from the mouth of the haunting spectre

As it howled, gritted and grinned

Like a ferocious beast

So sombre and grim

Woe Begone! His daughter the mermaid

Tangle Weeds Genial Cords lay dead

The lord Mer-King Plectonius sounded sonorous

Like a plectrum reed that played broken chords

Of a sea bass guitar

Arose from the terrifying depths of the blustery sea

Down below

The shoal of fishes passing through the

Curve of his gleaming eyeballs

Even the sun glowered madly at the sunken eyes

Of the guilty hunter

Looking down as if a culprit for a crime he had not known

He had committed

The cockle shells, the conch and the faithful

Sword nosed knight fishes

All head held high and whispering telephones as if wired

Telepathically sent messages to the great Queen of wishes

After being informed by them

The tragic event let loose the aftermath

Of the hungry hunters cold blooded games

The queen of wishes gave a shriek as loud

As the deep hollow windy moan of an Abigail

Her name Maffomellow Queen of Billows

That crashed right into her King of waves

Plectonius headlong, heart to heart and soul to soul

And the Mer-King like an empty treasure chest

Heaved a heavy sigh of despair

Of his precious breath from his treasured lungs

His mermaid daughter Tangle weeds Genial Cords

Of weeds, moss and lichen

Was dead as her carcass

Lay right next to the next of his kith and kin waves

Usurping the isles of the neck

Where she dwelt

He heaved sorrowfully with a pang of grief

A heavy heart full of sorrow and pain

Crying loudly and sadly lamenting

“Our little mermaid left for dead

By the ugly soul of a ruthless hunter

So stone hearted and cold

So horrid and bold”

 

The Queen Maffomellow of Billows

Chanted a spell

Righteously to bring back the dead alive….

On that fated day

Whilst death to that incorrigible hunter

Of Bladderwick bay

By the Blizzard, bluzzard score shores

“Flish, Flosh, Flish

By the swish of our tails

We pledge the carcasses back to life

He killed and murdered

Bringing them all alive again

Even our precious mer-daughter

Whilst he sheer death we wish

Into dreges of sand

Shall he become

Into mounds and sand dunes

Cursed to be a lifeless matter

Flown all around

Flishy Floshy Flishy

By the swish of our tails

So do we wish, wish wish”

 

Then the ruthless hunter

Disappeared into the atmosphere

Filled with shame for all the atrocities

He committed on living mammals and beasts

All golden bow and arrows, all black rifles and revolver

Harpoons and spears

Turned frozen like statuettes and soon turned to dreges of sand

Even the horse and golden carriage

Were returned to gravel and dust

When once it galloped atop with a feathery winged bust

A mane as high as a feathery wig

And hooves so light as fairy trotters

Tarrying with delicate struts and strides

And a tail as delightful as long as a fairy rope

No sooner did he along with his hunting gear

And horse carriage turn into dreges of sand

Than believeth or not

The carcass he consumed before it were dead

And those left by the Bladderwick bay

All were restored life back

The mermaid Tangle weeds Genial Cord, ringed seal, blue whale

Wandering black browed albatross, white tailed deer and red footed falcon

Along with the mussels, oysters and crabs of his silvery fishing net

All returned to their positions

Where they had frozen now turned mobile

The mermaid Tangle weeds Genial Cord swimming

And diving, the ringed seal with his oil char black skin

Rolling and reeling, the red footed falcon singing

Blue whale astoundingly blowing water like a fountain jet

From its snout

And singing harmoniously again

The wandering black browed albatross with a fish in his beak

Whilst the white tailed deer galloped long and slender

Her limbs back like a golden gleaming goddess

All those he slaughtered and left for dead

Turned alive once more

 

Their bodies beat with pulsating agony

Of life again

As if the dreges of his sandy beds

Transformed the dead

And breathed life into its deadened knots

And blood corpuscles

Whilst the dregs of sand flew here and there

And joined the neck of isles

Where the Moaning Queen Maffomellow of Breeze

And the sorrowful king Plectonius of waves

Turned happy again

With their plectrum reed chords playing against

The sea bass guitars

And the breeze humming and cursing

Through the veined branches of the wharf Bladderwick Bay

The breathless, moaning breeze

And the scorching sun

Soon chided along the blustery, blizzard score shores

“Oooooooooooooahhhhhhhhehhhhhhuoooooheeeeeflooooofleeee”

As for the dreges of sand that remained

Of the hunter near the shore

Collected in heaps and dunes

That sometimes walked in misery and sometimes

Galloped like golden dust horse

The glowering sun was happy and no more glowered

Like before

No more did he scowl or flare his temper

At the dusty sand man hunter

Now sometimes by nature

A dead carcass of a mammal or beast

Came ashore

And for the sand man hunter grieved

The dreges of sand mounds and dunes

Turned back the bold and cold

Hunter to a human being reformed and refined!

Remorseful for being guilty of a murderous act

All forgiven by the Queen of wishes

Maffomellow of Breeze

And the humble King Plectonius of waves

And so do we learn a beautiful lesson

From the blustery, blizzard score shores

Of the Bladderwick bay!