Monday, 17 March 2008

That Moment by Sally Evans

That moment, a deer swam the pool
crossing the river to sunlight
from oak thickets, we stood
as if stricken with awe
yet how ordinary
a part of this creature's life
to return to the herd on the brow
from some simple foraging
in sweet watermeadows, how
that moment mattered because
of where it rippled and splashed
under the ceiling of leaves
in our life
and what poetry was.

Sally Evans, Scotland


Crafty Green Poet said...

Sally is the editor of Poetry Scotland

WH said...

This is one of the best poems I've read on this blog, which is saying a lot. The last lines are absolutely stunning in effect.

Mistlethrush said...

Really enjoyed this poem. Shows how much of the ordinary we miss - and how much it matters.