Prey: Confession of a Hunter (Nocturna)

 

His breath is falling on me abruptly;

His movements are gentle like breeze of spring;

His fingers touching tender parts sharply.

I crave him, from the evening, for the night.

There will be no such thing, what you call string—

Between us. His soft moan giving me flight;

His touch, his pushing making me feel light.

Urge needs attentions which he fulfilling.

Am a hunter, he is my loot tonight.

~~xx~~

Nocturna is a type of 9-line poems with rhyme scheme: a b a c b c d b d. The theme of this poem is Night Theme and it should be either Decasyllabic or Iambic Pentameter. I’ve written the poem following the Decasyllabic norm.

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National Poetry Writing Month Day#9: Nine-Line Poem (Nocturna)

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