Run Roe Deer Run

By Silver Spun Sand

Tue, 19 May 2015
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8 comments
 
Through the half-light glimpse a roe deer
mackerel sky with blood is streaked
a setting sun has lost its battle
an eager moonrise – rosy cheeked.
 
Through the half-light glimpse a roe deer
dusk is falling – stars appear
starlings snake across the skyline
barn-owl streaks and new lambs bleat.
 
Through the half-light glimpse a roe deer 
smell of bonfires’ smoky endings
soft as snowfall she comes creeping
through the dark that’s swift descending.
 
Through the half-light glimpse a roe deer
head erect – her nostrils twitching
fades the half-light takes her with it...
like a whisper – like a vision.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Certificate U
Poem
Silver Spun Sand Poems
Nature
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Bee on

This is lovely.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Ta, Bee.  Pleased I managed to convey some of the beauty of the occasion to yousmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

A lovely fleeting moment.  Strange, I've been thinking about glimpses too.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

...and some moments, even more lovely, simply because they are only fleetingsmiley

 

Submitted by tibi popovici on

Sounds like a song to me, crossing over the fields smiley

Like it Tina!

T.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, tibi.  Glad you enjoyedsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

So enjoyed catching up with this one, Tina. So many little details brought in lightly. Liked the bonfires' end and the starlings. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

So very much appreciated, Rhiannonsmiley

Tina