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?

brudberg said...

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

Old Egg 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 (Nene) 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.

ZQ said...

This was different and very tantalizing thoughts!
ZQ

Donna said...

Love the mystery and beauty of this poem!

Gen Giggles 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...