Old light shines in your eyes. You freeze.
A buck with cloven hooves. Ivory burned antlers.
Royal Stag...who named you so?
Royal Stag...who is your family?
Royal Stag...challenge is born today.
Mother...birth protective. Curling her fawn.
Mother...birth destructive. Blood beckoning.
Birth waters soaked into cloven printed earth.
No water redemption this time. Time gone. Gone.
Red. Red to be. And again...red.
Sacred Grove...silent anticipation.
Sacred Grove...antlered shadows.
Waiting. Still. Earth slows, slows. Stops.
Clashes shattering, snowballing myth to life.
Old Stag...no gods' offering.
Old Stag...blooded dirt beneath you.
Young Stag paws earth
with cloven hoof.
Years protective of advancing Light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again a very well described storyline. I had a great picture in my mind reqading this one. Lovely imagery. The two sides of life, birth and death. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX