Deer Park IV by Dale Brett
Open green space shrouded in a fine layer of mist.
A park? Or a myth?
An odd narrative.
Flashes of colour blur-bleed into a post-modern anachronism.
Ancient flavours burst into iridescent crystal flames.
Maroon and emerald lights anneal themselves into a likeness.
The new prism is raped by refracted lights.
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Deer watch from an obscured stone lantern doorway. The lanterns are encrusted in moss, the stone surface embalmed and preserved somewhere inside.
Muffled sound from the entrance.
Deft hooves gently drag across moist gravel.