Huntress Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

I am the huntress
I bring back twigs of diamond
and ingots of
gold
I bring back the thumping bloom
i bring back the cherry-blossoms' stars
i bring back the puddles of snow for children to step in
i bring back the cloud vapour and it rises away
i bring back past lovers and the remembrance
i bring back the princess's wedding smile
i bring back the glass earrings from the aching ears of ladies
- sparkling around their faces -
i bring back the atmosphere to
faraway ponds
and the
golden horses to rock-pools
i bring back the twin colt
and send on them on equal missions
i bring back to my forgetting
and
forgotten
they all find their places
until the sun extinguished by the Moon
blazes thankfully to my booty