Hunting the Stag

~after Robert Frost

In the
hart’s woods
there are
long lovely
passages, dark-
leaved and

In the
leafy woods
hunters are
biding, unlovely
men, dark-
eyed and
hidden deep.

In the
green woods
hounds are
baying. Lovely
hart! Dark-
hearted band!
Shadowy deep!

This is my second poem for Monty Vern’s Golden Shovel poetry collaboration, and I tried for a minimalist narrative. In each stanza, the last words of each line, in order, read “The woods are lovely, dark, and deep” from Robert Frost’s “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening.” Peace to your !