I am a long way behind with my blogging (and my workload, for that matter), but this afternoon I took some time out and away from the conputer to put together some Ikea pieces, and involve myself a little in my childrens' lives.
While assembling an Expedit, India read me a poem she has written for an assessment.
I loved it so much, I am compelled to share it...
A DEER.
Honey gold fell mottled to the ground
Warm, sweet honey
Autumn crumble coated the floor
Soft, brown autumn
The trees seeped their veins into the forest
Ancient, loyal trees
A deer, so innocent lay curled by an oak
Quiet, gentle deer
So silent was he, beautifully asleep
Soft, beautiful silence
So small was he, a dot in the whole wide world
Vulnerable, insignificant small
Impossible silence shattered into nothing
Ringing, murderous silence
Everywhere the splitting sound of death ricocheted
Icy, shadowy death
Death took his prey away from the world forever
Delicate, mourning prey
A deer so innocent lay curled by an oak
A deer clambered up, plodded into the trees
Running impossibly fast, forever
Long, infinite forever
The deer screamed for mercy
Disappearing, unforgiving mercy
And the trees recoiled into emptiness
Hollow, silent trees
The deer stopped at the edge of life
Impossible, beautiful life
Looking over the edge of the world
Cruel, harsh world
And death itself closed nearer to the deer
Soft, silent death
A deer so innocent peered into deaths eyes
A deer stepped off the edge of the edge of the world
There he lay cold and alone
Autumn covered in deep crimson
And everywhere the splitting sound of death ricocheted
A deer so innocent closed his eyes
-India Turner
2014
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