Snow fell among the birches
that cold, dark night.
I slipped though the wood
barefoot, breathless,
like a frightened fawn.
Desperately alone,
weary and weak,
I moved between trees,
too hungry to eat,
too tired to sleep.
Into the darkness, I fled,
and you were there,
the hunter, the master
of horse and hounds,
no stranger to the wood.
Quietly you approached,
and my heart quickened.
You did not draw your bow,
you only spoke to me,
and calmed me with your touch.
I did not resist, but fell
softly into your arms.
In the darkness of the night,
you kissed snowflakes from my face,
warmed me, and set me free.
A contest entry
- Taste of Romance by Reptile Lady by Reptile Lady.
475 points, ended July 23, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The reader is drawn into the read by the sense of fear the narrator holds. Trembling from cold, fear and lost. The woodsman caresses, calms the fear and warms to set free the captured. The flow and movement that tie the stanza together is lovely feeling light and airy. Great write.
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I love the line: 'you kissed snowlflakes from my face...' something about that imagery is just so touching and perfect. A great setting for the poem, you maintain an old-fashioned romantic tone throughout.
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That's what I call a metaphorical love poem. Wow. Nice. Keep it up. Have some more bunnies.
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my heart quickened.You did not draw your bow,you only spoke to me,and calmed me with your touch. you kissed snowflakes from my face,warmed me, and set me free.beautiful imagery all the way through good luck in the contest
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Great imagery
So tender, moving and beautiful. -
wow
that was really amazing
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