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Susan Darlington: a poem

Dry Velvet

The seed germinated

where the stag fell.

Its tree grew too fast –

too close to heaven –

and it was punished

for its pride.

In the winter storm

two boughs crashed down;

a pair of antlers

that were abandoned

by the wind's

trophy hunters.

They were bleached

into bone

by the weak sun;

covered in dry velvet

by bucks using them

as a rubbing post.

Susan Darlington’s poetry regularly explores the female experience through nature-based symbolism and stories of transformation. It has been published in the UK and US (Fragmented Voices, Algebra Of Owls, Dreams Walking, and Anti-Heroin Chic among others). Her debut collection, Under The Devil's Moon, was published by Penniless Press Publications (2015). Follow her here: @S_sanDarlington.


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