The darkening of the light.

Motorcycle ride on a foggy night in Rock Creek Park:
To our right, a herd of deer, eyes reflecting in the dark.
Tapeta lucida, I swear they shine for miles,
Over ‘mosses, waters, slaps & stiles.’ ¹

Geoffrey Crayon, Rabbie Burns & E.A. Poe,
Headless Horsemen, Tam o’ Shanters & ravens, you know
All come from the mist & the black of the night.
Something tickles my neck & I scream with delight,

‘Faster, donfede! Oh my god, please go faster!’
But all he can hear is the sound of my laughter.

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¹ With apologies to Robert Burns & every true poet that ever existed.
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2 Responses to “The darkening of the light.”

  1. Kiki says:

    I love this. 😀 I was thinking about it while Doc and I were driving back to the treehaus after nightfall a couple hours ago and I kept looking away from the road and into the woods (passenger, not the driver, for the record). I always expect to see eyes peering back at me from the woods or just catch a glimpse of something white slinking around in the darkness. Gives me the same chills as Der Erlkönig, which is what I originally misremembered this as. <3 (P.S. Your captcha mathematicalness scares me.)

    • Angelica says:

      No … no!!! I can’t believe I forgot Goethe!!! ‘Mein Vater, mein Vater, aieeeeeee [thunk]!!!’

      Or, you know. Something like that.

      Yup. Zombie deer, my greatest fear.

      Also: Poet, don’t know it.

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