Along the bank of a singing creek
drawn crouching beneath tangled laurel
to a sandy cove by a sweet stench,
I found a fawn, awhile dead, untouched,
inches from the water’s edge.
Her pliant, serene/cervine body lay melting
molecule by molecule returning ascending
and her soul held wake above wafting
among lustrous white laurel blossoms.
I should add that I especially love how you came up with “cervine nature.” That is a very deft touch. 🙂
I love the cadence and near rhyme of “pliant serence/ cervine.” Those words coil like a scent and there is “scent” all over this poem.
This was cut from a previous post where it really did’t work. I was too attached to it to let it go and I felt it could stand alone. Thanks, again, Jeremy. Leo
I think you had good poetic instincts at work that kept it intact. 🙂
‘Tis beautiful.
I recognise it from before, and you have done this proud. 🙂
Thank you, Miss Anne. You really are a “shrewdbanana” in the very best sense; I bet your kids don’t get a thing pass you! Leo
Wow. You have captured something here that is beautiful, even in its decay.
Thank you, Susan! Leo
Belated Words 
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