Red Hart

Inside the Lord’s pocket
lives a red hart
with velveteen antlers.

It roams the silky green expanse
the pocket’s narrow valley

It lovingly knows
this threaded ground it treads
and the ancient seams.

The red hart senses
a larger world outside the pocket.
A multicolored universe

with an inverted world
where all is displayed to the sky
and hills were smoothed by receded ice.

The Lord though
requires this red hart
held close to the vest

to power its face and tongue
to expand its songs
that burst stars upon the void.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney


Urgent bow pull.
String: twined hair.
Breath even.
A single release note.
Arrow compression.
Extension: reclaimed shape.
Cut air above buffalo grass.
The plunge through flesh.
Into the heart.
White hart topples.
Eyes blank.
Red stains vessel earth.
Palms rise in thanks giving.

copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney