Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Moment

Evening; around eight.
Screeches of hawkers and wheels.

she slipped off her hood and crossed
As a fawn from a thicket in dark.

The sun shone bright in our eyes.

12 comments:

sayan said...

some people do make sun shine in our eyes..others make our heart burn...

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Was there a quiver in her flank?

Björn Rudberg said...

There are those people. Wonderful magic in this.. Others get run over instead.

oldegg said...

At that time she would have been a dusky maiden.

Mary said...

Abin, your poem has a sense of mystery. I want to know the before and the after as well.

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

this is a nice moment

gracias

felicidades

Susan said...

Some beauty is like the sun itself. I always worry when driving and stunned by such beauty that I will hit something else that I did not see!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This painted such a lovely picture that, like Mary, I wanted the whole story. Lovely, Abin.

R.K. Garon said...

This was different and very tantalizing thoughts!
ZQ

Donna said...

Love the mystery and beauty of this poem!

G L Meisner said...

Very solid moments well blended.

humbird said...

Nice sketch...these moments we keep sometimes all life rolling the slides in our mind eye unconsciously...