So, still behind, but today was one hell of an important getting-other-stuff-back-on-track day, so I’m not going to complain. I didn’t cop out when it came to form today – I actually used the suggestion form of the rondeau, though it’s not a favorite of mine – and got something done. Ha! Yes! I’ve still got most of another poem written, but I can’t seem to wrap it up (it will need extensive revisions after, but I like the general idea of it, I guess?) and at least want the thought complete before I post it, so I’m actually only one poem behind. Trust me, for me, that’s not so bad. I’m going to stay positive. Anyway.
A Doe in the Woods
I see her through the trees; her tawny coat
Like burnished bronze in sunlight. At her throat,
A nervous pulse– the flutter of a heart
That leaps at every sound, and gives a start
Even now, at our quietest approach.
She flicks her ears, disrupting dust that floats
Through dappled sunlight; each scintillating mote
Tugs strangely at the edges of my heart.
I see her through the trees,
Through canopies idyllic and remote,
And it seems she watches me, and we both,
For just a moment, feel that we’re a part
Of something bigger — our syncopated hearts
Beat in time a moment before she goes.
I see her through the trees.
This is me doing an awful job in every respect of keeping up with OctPoWriMo! Link ups are closed, but feel free to read other entries or jump in “unofficially” – all writing is worthwhile writing.