Deer Serenade

 

as crows fly
in the dawn light
on the cold hill
the deer are running

the thud of their hooves
on the bed of the stream
is the drum that rocks
the roots of the birch
and the wind that shakes
the birch tree’s leaves

rain is their tribe song
rain is their robe

snow is the dust
of the bones of deer
falling to earth

and earth is the dark
deep silence of things
where you dream yourself
human, alive
watching the red deer running
on the wall of a cave

    

Deer by Chris Powici, via 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Outfit:

Pink Dress: gift from my Mum from a Boden sale a few years ago

Pink Silk Patterned Skirt: made by granny Kiki in the 1950s/60s

Cowboy boots: very old from R Soles

Wooden Bracelet: Granny Penny's

 

 

The Soundtrack:

Kate Bush: The Jig Of Life

 

 

All photographs taken by me in our garden, self portraits using the self timer.

 

I'm posting this a bit early as will be very busy over the next few days.

Looking forward to catching up with your new posts over the weekend!