..............For Each A Sacred Grove - Poem by elysabeth faslund
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.
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