…as timid and nervous as a fallow deer,
edge-peeking from New Forest edges.
‘Blushes’ warm and circling busily.
Hesitant speech… in
‘Slow To Start’ but ‘Curtailing Quickly’
musical, breathless, flourishes.
I often sit quietly, listening
to the distant echoes of her Depth.
Thoughtfulness becomes an art form,
Shyness a beautiful maze to ponder around.
Frowns that ripple through concentrated pages
of the ‘Book of Life’ she reads awkwardly
with tears, giggles and white-knuckled wonder.
Her favourite words are ‘Gosh’ and ‘Petal’
does everything important (and most things are!)
at least five times before actually moving.
Manners of ‘A Gentleman’ whilst ‘The Lady’
beams and shines forever through…
But it’s when she momentarily forgets herself
and laughs merrily with sparkling eyes,
that Magic bursts alive and Miracles become true.
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