No other way?

dawn 006A chill flame burns in the hearth
Where the embers of warmth
Should smoulder golden
In the morning
Carrying the gentle night
To a new dawn.
Dew falls, salt and bitter
On the sapling
Torn from earth
To become a spear
Launched to flight,
Seeking its prey
With a hunter’s hunger.
What of the branch
Where the songbirds rest
Singing to the sun
Amid the flowers?
What of the fruits;
Its berries, drops of blood
From a prey too strong to die,
Stain the hunter’s hand
With the shame of destruction
And the madness of knowing
No other way.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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13 Responses to No other way?

  1. Jennie says:

    Such passion, Sue. Excellent.


  2. barbtaub says:

    That last line is genius.


  3. willowdot21 says:

    Sad and true 💜


  4. Wonderful lines. ❤


  5. This is a powerful piece, Sue. —- Suzanne


  6. I love this:
    What of the branch
    Where the songbirds rest
    Singing to the sun


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