based on childhood visit to Richmond deer park, part of a series of poems of childhood.
By early morning mist,
I saw her.
Graceful neck and speckled back.
Fur like liquid chocolate.
Lashes thick and curling
Framed her gentle pools.
Each morning I returned
And sat on the glass green slopes.
I watched her
And loved her with my eyes.
Now, I moved nearer,
Hearing my quickening breaths
Play a duet with my heart.
I stood with the trees
Until,
Suddenly she saw me.
Amidst the wings of birds,
Limbs trembling and head thrown back,
With three long light bounds
She was gone,
And the mist,
Like a soft white curtain,
Closed on me.
Poetry by vicky vixen
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Written on 2005-11-06 at 10:12
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Deer in the Park
Loosely entwinedBy early morning mist,
I saw her.
Graceful neck and speckled back.
Fur like liquid chocolate.
Lashes thick and curling
Framed her gentle pools.
Each morning I returned
And sat on the glass green slopes.
I watched her
And loved her with my eyes.
Now, I moved nearer,
Hearing my quickening breaths
Play a duet with my heart.
I stood with the trees
Until,
Suddenly she saw me.
Amidst the wings of birds,
Limbs trembling and head thrown back,
With three long light bounds
She was gone,
And the mist,
Like a soft white curtain,
Closed on me.
Poetry by vicky vixen
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Written on 2005-11-06 at 10:12
Tags Childhood 
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