The King Hart

I see a movement

beyond the cover of trees;

a light behind the willows,

buzzing among the bees.

 

My heart pounds for no one

as I stoop to follow quiet,

pretending to be a deer

prancing through the twilight.

 

The trick fairy light glides;

a ghost between the silence.

While everything about me stayed

without heeding its strange guidance.

 

Against the fence of brush I pushed

and came upon a clearing.

With his back to me a white stag stood,

shining coat and antlers gleaming.

 

The sun, as it set, spilled glory onto him,

until it passed beyond the West

Nature’s song fell softly to its bed.

I stood alone with the stag, a guest

 

as he received the dying light,

a blessing and a curse as king.

He turned to me with human eyes

and nodded, blinked in knowing.

 

Without a backward glance

he strode away through darkened trees.

I remained behind in violet dusk

as I felt stir my heart, a fairy breeze.

 

 

Author's Note

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