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Like a deer
by Paganini JonesLike a deer
caught in brambles
on a hillside
She was drawn to you;
first by your sweetness,
the young fresh leaves;
later by porcelain flowers
that give way to lush berries
and the odors of autumn.
Rich purple
stains her hands.
Sticky sweetness
cloys her lips,
and
almost,
she doesnt feel
your hooked thorns
pulling her in,
entangling her in branches
ensnaring her in thickets;
doesnt notice
bleeding scratches
and infected sores
on her hands,
on her face
in her heart.
Like a deer
caught in brambles
on a hillside
She is drawn to you
03/18/2003 Author's Note: This poem was written for/about a friend living in an abusive and destructive relationship that she has neither the strength nor will beak away from.
Posted on 05/13/2004
Copyright © 2024 Paganini Jones
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 05/13/04 at 10:44 PM Yes, and very well told. The first line really absorbs us for the rest. I remember one on the same theme, with the bruising colours on her. Excellent, tragic. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/23/04 at 04:26 PM Good analogy Pag. I've never heard of an abusive relationship described this way, but so true come to think of it. |
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