12 Degrees & Skiving

what began as year-long challenge has become perpetual until further notice

the doe

dawn deliquesced
a rose dissolved on the tongue of the sun
i, walking, ears brined, eyes  watering.

a deer and her fawn crossed in front of me

though i carved myself from the still
the stilted baby saw
ears forward, face a sketch of curiosity
mamma too busy ushering to notice
and i uphill, downwind
light hanging
from the shoulders of the bridge behind me

when the doe’s muzzle slung
to the roar of my soundlessness
i was close enough
to trace the pulse of fluted hollows
between skull and jaw
the ligament at her temple
bulged and fell
to the cud of breakfast

and when the muscles in her neck
shot a jump of recognition
the amber terror for her child
it hurt to the bone
to see my form reflected there

i blinked
and she swung
them both as one
toward the bracken
where they melted
into breath and loam

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8 comments on “the doe

  1. Jane Dougherty
    December 14, 2015


  2. Jane Dougherty
    December 14, 2015

    Reblogged this on Jane Dougherty Writes and commented:
    Another beautiful poem that had me holding my breath until the last line.

    • Kittykatmandoo
      December 14, 2015

      Thank you so much for reblogging – I’m heading over yonder to poke my nose in to have a catchup read (between washing loads) xx

  3. megwaf
    December 14, 2015

    Beyond stunning…. love this! felt every breath…

  4. Ali Isaac
    December 15, 2015

    Beautiful, Kitty!

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