Sunday, June 27, 2010

One Single Impression: Ochre


The Doe

I follow her trail
through a forest of ferns,
over blow-downs,
through brambles of blackberries.

The going is rough on this granite-blanketed mountainside.
She moved silently while I burst through —
huffing and cursing her nimble feet and my awkward feet.

I lose her after the hoof mark in the stream's ochre mud.
This forest has cloaked her and rebuked me.

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17 comments:

  1. A wonderfully written post! Thanks for sharing!

    -Weasel

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  2. You paint a great scene with your words. Nice one.

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  3. I was there as you depicted that...!

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  4. I have Internet Explorer and your blog looks fine.

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  5. Nice, Andrée. I had a feeling the poet wouldn't catch up with the doe. You did it good!
    ..

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  6. I feel like I have taken the walk with you. To be so intent in the pursuit but evaded nevertheless....They do that.

    Thanks for this.

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  7. i was with you all throughout this journey. sometimes you just cant get all what you want hehe

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  8. Did forest really rebuke you? I looked in awe the scene created by you..

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  9. sounds as though your doe is in her home of homes... you are the visitor. I saw the ochre mud.

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  10. Give me a holler if you come to CT next week. Summer school starts Tuesday, but I will be around. 203-560-8936!

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  11. Delightful to read...you have sketched it perfect!

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  12. Lovely, and makes one feel so close to nature!

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  13. Great read. I love how you paint your images with words.

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  14. ...now that was a wonderful journey.... thank you for the fotos too...

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