Doe

Doe

Meine ersten Gehversuche mit Pastellstiften... Dies entstand zum folgenden Gedicht (Poesie ist für mich vor allem visuell... auch wenn ich es in Worte verpacke):



Doe
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She stood still for a moment
Opened wide her watchful eyes
Dark they were and peered
Attentively into the wood.
No anxiety was found in them
Curiosity and a twinkle
Of expectation, or a smile.
--
Her mouth was slightly open
Showed a little of the tongue
That still was agitated
So swiftly had she walked.
Now slowly she calmed down
But yet she was alert
And tension in her look.
--
A blackbird in the brushwood
made her large fine ears
Move back - then forth again
Harkening devotedly
Not to the rustling of the leafs
Nor to the birds above -
Something was to come.
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A shiver ran over her back
Made tremble the delicate legs
But just for a moment
Until the wind had passed
The branch that touched her neck
Stopped swinging, and again
She stood there, gazing.
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The breeze had brought a scent
Her black and shiny nostrils moved
Vibrated excitedly in the air
The air that told her a story
The one she had waited for.
With a single joyful bark
She disappeared in the wood.
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Corinne Gyger 18-4-2007