Daughter of the Sun – free sample

Daughter of the Sun

a modern epic poem

by JD Adler

ISBN: 9781520646589

(full text available on Amazon in print or Kindle)

“How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 8:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so? ”
– Charles Bukowski

Chapter 1: Prey

running
through the trees
long
slender
sweaty legs
in big brown hiking boots
heart
pounding
panic
breathing
mind
racing
frightened, focused, excited
eyes simultaneously seeking
paths before
predator behind
wanting
hunting
closer all the time

She cuts left
brown cargos, green shirt
camouflage by GAP
but the backpack
the Yellow Pack
with a Simple Smiley Face
Bright Beacon
in the Darkened Wood
It is this they pursue
not the messenger
still her fate no better
for resisting the Master
She will feel
the Cruel Wrath
should The Hunters catch her

fleeting sounds
tease hope
water over rocks
possible escapes
scroll through the mind
She turns
towards
the liquid promise
running
hoping
desperate for escape

footsteps on branches
voices in the wind
enemies encircling
She grips tight her pack
her tragic salvation
and leaps onto rocks
hoping beyond hope
to throw off the trackers

splash and splatter
louder and louder
vague hope tolls
liquid on stones
break in the trees
a clearing opens

She gasps

a massive
roaring
river
bars her path
to the north
a tumbling crescendo
as the headwaters crash
down
the long
flat
face
of the
towering
cliff
and to the south
the shimmering
serpent
winds
for
days

closer and closer
The Pack on her heels
the crushing of wild life
the manly jeers

She turns north
towards the aquatic cacophony
praying to the gods of Prey
for a miracle way
behind the spray

blindly
She plunges
into the liquid curtain

answering either prayers
or fears
a narrow passage awaits

rocky tunnel
into unknown
cool damp air
clings
centuries of dank
fill her long narrow brown nose
soft hairs of her arms rise
an ancient chill
runs down her spine

She pauses
turns
and peers
back
through the roaring waterfall
drenched dark hair
clinging
to angular face
hazel eyes
reflecting drops of liquid light
full lips curl inwards
to a line
focused on her foes

along the river bank
from out the Darkened Wood
her pursuers appear
5 large
all in blue
shiny gold badges
emblazoned on dry-cleaned navy
polished weapons
glistening in the sunlight
eyes hidden by mirrors
scan the landscape
1, tall and bald, barks at the rest
they scramble about
seeking signs of their prey
eager to please
eager to win

unwilling to await the outcome
She turns to the abyss
breath steaming
heart pounding
mind racing
into the dark dank unknown
She heads

Chapter 2: Predator

alone
amongst the shiny
sits the Lord High
in his throne room prison
digital and black
edged in platinum
polished with money
he views his domain
in high definition
virtual reality

outside the door
minions meet and ponder
the mood of the Master
whom they have failed
so astoundingly
so recently
well conditioned air
humid with fear
grown men
trembling
over the favors
of the money makers

push of a button
double doors swing open
suits scramble for position
the Master beckons
they shuffle in
the jacket and tie yes choir

reports demanded
progress expected
hemms and haws
the only responses
feet shuffling
downward gazes
empty promises
of future
expectations

from the private entrance
another arrives
proud and bold
tall and bald
pressed blue
shiny badge
and a long slender gun
at his side
mirrored glasses
disguise eyes
yet blank gaze
falling upon the herd
makes sordid souls tremble
in the presence
of darkness hidden

murmur murmur murmur
is all they can muster

The Master stands
shakes the newcomer’s hand
it is declared
the Man will hunt
hunt the Girl
the Girl who Betrayed her King
by stealing that
upon which
he built his game

Goals are set
sanguine of purpose
plotted in the tower
hidden from the world
The message and messenger
each to be returned
from whence they came
Property and Ashes
This
The Will
of The Master

Chapter 3: Serenade

moist
damp
mossy
rocks
unseen insects
crawling in the dark
clicking their clickery things
everywhere and nowhere
they surround her
In The Black

feeling her way
on hands and knees
through the narrow
blind
passage
her hair catches
in a crevice
of the low ceiling

unknown filth
tumbles down
her blouse
well known filth
tumbles from her mouth
echoing
in the unending
musty
moldy
infested
darkness

and then

another voice

she freezes
head cocked
hair caught
ears extending ‘cross space and time
mind scrolling through fears

what just answered back?

there
again
deep and male
faint but strong

have the hunters found the trail?

behind the clicking
beside the distant waterfall crash
from deep within the Under-Dark
a sweet vocal melody
responds
to her tirade

bemused, her heart slows
not murderous scum
but an harmonious someone

perhaps as lost as she
perhaps not

following the echoes
winding and bending
through the maze unending
doppler
her only compass
hours or days
she stumbles on
then
before her
the unexpected
the astonishing
The mind bending beauty of nature

A calm pool of water
Amidst the caves
lit from above
through crystalline ceiling
sunlight flinging
about the rocky chamber
and floating
on shore opposing
her serenader
singing
smiling

flickering light
dances
on bare damp chest
auburn hair
in thick locks
frames
pale slender face
dark lips part
no words emerge
just sounds
like she never heard
melodious
harmonious
beautiful tones
resounding
about the chamber

unable to turn away
she settles back
upon a boulder
mesmerized
and relaxed
for the first time in days
knowing no fear
no need to run
heart slowed
breathing relaxed
mind eased
eyes closed

asleep


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