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Thursday, 14 February 2008

Fragile

In the woodland canopy
two gently courting doves
calm in soft grey
pinkly glow in almost sunset.

On the forest floor below
the hunter sets his sights.



Previously published in Poetry Cornwall

12 comments:

  1. I'm enjoying discovering your poetry :-)

    This short poem is particularly striking... such contrast. I got chills!

    Thank you for your kind comment on my blog. I'm very fond of Edinburgh :-)

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  2. ah, the delicacy of life... and death.
    beautiful

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  3. Anonymous2:26 am

    tangible picture of a slice of our world.

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  4. Anonymous12:33 pm

    You really did a great job contrasting the hunt for love with the hunt for prey. Maybe each one is really the same-- the hunt is for what we desire but don't yet have?

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  5. Anonymous1:31 pm

    Oh no. Please let them get away in time....

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  6. oh this is so fragile, life is so fragile and you state it so well.

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  7. Anonymous7:59 pm

    From the ethereal to the real.

    Very good.

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  8. i liked it very much to read your poetry and i`m sure that i will return to your blog

    best wishes,
    Angelika

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  9. Everyone has hit on all the remarks I would think to make. One more comes to mind, and while I am not a vegan or vegetarian, simply hunting "for the hell of it," sure can have consequences beyond the simple moment.

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  10. sad to read the end. beautiful imaginary

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  11. oh, this poem is aptly titled
    and the hinted at fatal ending-
    breaks this reader's heart -
    sparingly written leaning to
    elegance.

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