Maiden

Frankie Quinn with a poem from his book Open Gates.MaidenShe emerged from the woods to whereHe lay prostrate, blood streaming fromA chest wound. She knelt beside himKissed his parched lips, their facesAnd bodies pressed into one.♞♜♝A powerful hawk thrust forth from theThickets to the sky and hovered over the trees.It wheeled and soared towards the mountainsA feather fell from its breast,They