Free verse № 43424
On coming across a field of deer one afternoon (2)
Snap! Attune and pivot:
A lithe and muscled escape,
A whirling melee of grace,
Spryly sprung over tumbled bramble.
Crash! The tide ebbs, in haste, uphill:
Ten tailed in tiny white flames
Of ermined retreat.
Run! To dun on dun:
Gone.
8 comments
the items after the colons are lists, not sentences. i take some liberties, because i know i am taking them. :p
I am currently stuck redrafting my latest attempt at poetry-any aid you could give would be most welcome.
As an afterthought, line 6 is excellent.
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