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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Poems & Songs
- Published: 12/13/2020
The Endearment Of The Deer Triliogy
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DEER HILL
In the shadow of the hill
I made my home, I have it still.
There the purple heather grows,
There the crystal water flows.
Where the Northern blizzard blows
When the shade of evening shows.
Where the birds fly high and free
Here is where it's home to me.
And soon the springtime comes to be,
A vista rich, for all to see.
Melted ice flows downward dash
And streams and rivers wildly crash.
The driven rainstorms lash and plash
Hard against the mountain ash
But when the sun returns to smile
The day is vibrant all the while.
So deer pass by in single file
And leave behind the winter's trial;
Antler-proud and pointed high,
A sanguine sparkle in their eye.
Then in the summer, calm and dry,
Deep in the heather sprays I'll lie
And bide until the winter chill,
In the shadow of the hill.
MORNING TRESPASS
Good morning, I said to the hind of the red,
Good morning, say I, how are you?
I'm fine she replies with the twink of her eyes
Good morning and how do YOU do?
I'm feeling quite well, as I sense you can tell,
My day has begun with a glow;
I can judge by your coat and the song in your throat
Felicity fulfills you so.
This morning you're out and early about,
She bleats as she sees me come near;
What causes you stray and come by this way
And spree with the likes of a deer?
The gate was ajar and I watched from afar
As you gad in the morning sunlight.
At the time of the day when dawn has it's say
And disowns the dun of the night.
Well this is my ground and here all around
You trespass, she says, to conclude;
If I leave you be, do likewise to me,
You and I may forgo to intrude.
As I looked at her square, as she standing there,
A suddenly breeze started on;
And sure and secure, mid the lure of the moor,
With a toss of her head she was gone.
THE AMBER HIND
I aimed at a hind in the dingle,
Her eyes looking right back at me;
Her face set my sinews a-tingle,
Delight of the daybreak was she.
I pointed my gun at her torso
And cocked it with barely a sound;
But I watched her with awe, even more so,
When all of a haste she turned round.
She, peering head on with her ebony glare,
Loomed handsome as handsome can loom;
The sun on her back and the wind in her hair
She wondered at me, I presume.
Yet, still, she remained in the clearing
Not knowing I stalked her ~ I think;
Boldly and brave, never fearing,
I'm certain she noticed me blink.
She winked back at me as she stood in the breeze
(I swear I partook of her smile)
That moment I knew, when the trigger I'd squeeze,
I would miss her by half of a mile.
The Endearment Of The Deer Triliogy(Alan S Jeeves)
DEER HILL
In the shadow of the hill
I made my home, I have it still.
There the purple heather grows,
There the crystal water flows.
Where the Northern blizzard blows
When the shade of evening shows.
Where the birds fly high and free
Here is where it's home to me.
And soon the springtime comes to be,
A vista rich, for all to see.
Melted ice flows downward dash
And streams and rivers wildly crash.
The driven rainstorms lash and plash
Hard against the mountain ash
But when the sun returns to smile
The day is vibrant all the while.
So deer pass by in single file
And leave behind the winter's trial;
Antler-proud and pointed high,
A sanguine sparkle in their eye.
Then in the summer, calm and dry,
Deep in the heather sprays I'll lie
And bide until the winter chill,
In the shadow of the hill.
MORNING TRESPASS
Good morning, I said to the hind of the red,
Good morning, say I, how are you?
I'm fine she replies with the twink of her eyes
Good morning and how do YOU do?
I'm feeling quite well, as I sense you can tell,
My day has begun with a glow;
I can judge by your coat and the song in your throat
Felicity fulfills you so.
This morning you're out and early about,
She bleats as she sees me come near;
What causes you stray and come by this way
And spree with the likes of a deer?
The gate was ajar and I watched from afar
As you gad in the morning sunlight.
At the time of the day when dawn has it's say
And disowns the dun of the night.
Well this is my ground and here all around
You trespass, she says, to conclude;
If I leave you be, do likewise to me,
You and I may forgo to intrude.
As I looked at her square, as she standing there,
A suddenly breeze started on;
And sure and secure, mid the lure of the moor,
With a toss of her head she was gone.
THE AMBER HIND
I aimed at a hind in the dingle,
Her eyes looking right back at me;
Her face set my sinews a-tingle,
Delight of the daybreak was she.
I pointed my gun at her torso
And cocked it with barely a sound;
But I watched her with awe, even more so,
When all of a haste she turned round.
She, peering head on with her ebony glare,
Loomed handsome as handsome can loom;
The sun on her back and the wind in her hair
She wondered at me, I presume.
Yet, still, she remained in the clearing
Not knowing I stalked her ~ I think;
Boldly and brave, never fearing,
I'm certain she noticed me blink.
She winked back at me as she stood in the breeze
(I swear I partook of her smile)
That moment I knew, when the trigger I'd squeeze,
I would miss her by half of a mile.
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Thalassa Brytaye
02/12/2021A beautiful trilogy of poems. I have to say the first is my favorite for the atmosphere and excellent poetry. Does the style/form you used for the first have a specific name?
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Alan S Jeeves
02/13/2021Hi Thalassa. I am pleased that you enjoyed this trilogy. The second poem is a 'Conversation Poem' and they either work or they don't. However the first poem, 'Deer Hill', (and your favourite) is simply a set of quatrains composed with a rhyming scheme of aa,bb - bb,cc, - cc,dd, and so on. This type of poem works best with 'Perfect End Rhyme' rather than 'Near Rhyme'. This type of 'Pastoral and Personal' poem can be quite difficult to close well therefore the ending requires much thought. Deer Hill is in the Pennine Hills of the Yorkshire moorland and really is where I live. Kind regards, Alan
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Sylvia Maclagan
02/01/2021Lovely story in poem form about deer. I'm relieved that the deer was not shot. I hate hunters! The last lines had me wondering...
I see it was Star of the Day! I'm not surprised, it's very good.
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Alan S Jeeves
02/01/2021Thank you deer Sylvia. This is where I live and I am pleased that you came to visit. No animals were harmed during the making of this trilogy
Kind regards, Alan
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JD
12/15/2020Lovely odes to the endearing deer.... Thanks Alan! Happy short story STAR of the day! : )
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Alan S Jeeves
12/16/2020Good to share my home with others. I'm pleased it was the s/s star of the day. My first contribution but I look forward to posting others here. Kind regards, Alan
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