Saturday, May 19, 2012


Image provided by The River Journal

A predator who’s focused on his prey…
a watcher whose intentions never stray.

Sight-unseen, no cause for apprehension;
knowing eyes apprise with rapt attention.

In ignorance, intended feels no fear--
unable to see through the shrewd veneer.

Succumbing to his strength and all his charm
and handsome well-bred looks meant to disarm.

When he appeared she never saw the cost,
now grasped between his talons all is lost.

And tearing her apart to feed his need--
just following the nature of the breed.

Be wary even friendliest intrusion…
"pure" intent is just a false illusion.

© Ginny Brannan May 8, 2012

On May 3rd, 2012 Samuel Peralta aka "Semaphore" hosted Form For All: Clarian Sonnets at d'Verse Poets Pub, here is my first attempt at a Clarian sonnet. 


  1. oy this gets heavier as it goes along, the cost and tearing her is nature...ugh...pure intent a false illusion makes me sad as well...really well done to form ginny...glad you went back and tried it...

  2. Thanks Brian, appreciate your thoughts on this.

  3. Oh wow, this is eerily familiar. No wonder she wouldn't take my calls after this date.


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