The Fawn
There it was I saw what I shall never forget
And never retrieve.
Monstrous and beautiful to human eyes, hard to
believe,
He lay, yet there he lay,
Asleep on the moss, his head on his polished cleft
small ebony hoves,
The child of the doe, the dappled child of the deer.
Surely his mother had never said, "Lie here
Till I return," so spotty and plain to see
On the green moss lay he.
His eyes had opened; he considered me.
I would have given more than I care to say
To thrifty ears, might I have had him for my friend
One moment only of that forest day:
Might I have had the acceptance, not the love
Of those clear eyes;
Might I have been for him in the bough above
Or the root beneath his forest bed,
A part of the forest, seen without surprise.
Was it alarm, or was it the wind of my fear lest he
depart
That jerked him to his jointy knees,
And sent him crashing off, leaping and stumbling
On his new legs, between the stems of the white
trees?
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Sweet Fawn amongst flowers and ferns.
I have added amazing Royston Ribbon Turquoise.
As you know every animal is handmade and has his/her own character. It takes long time to shape and execute every detail like fur or shadows.
Every flower is also handmade.
Wears beautiful and catches eyes.
The chain measures 18", if you need it to be adjusted, please contact me.
One of a kind piece.
Love
L.
I have seen so many of them this year I couldn't pass on it.
