Stalking the White Deer

A native American legend and love story...

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Bright Moon, she for her lover waits
From the Hunt to her to return
But he has not come with the skin promised
In anguish her heart does burn
He set to seek and hunt the Albino deer
A wedding dress for Bright Moon to make
The bride price set by her father
If she as his wife was to take.
And Blue Jay stalks the White Deer still
With the arrow deep in its heart
And though they in human form will never meet again
Blue Jay and his beloved will never part
She speaks not of the vision
Of the White Deer in the clearing, running fast
A crimson trickle flowing down its breast
Signifying the love that forever will last.

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Reviews

[Ees]

This is a really interesting poem and I do love it!

is this supposed to be bride's? "The bride price set by her father"

I feel like I have seen this somehow. Not the poem, but the scene. I don't know why.
I love this part:
"And though they in human form will never meet again
Blue Jay and his beloved will never part"

I really love how the hunt is played out with the deer.

On a completely unrelated note I feel the need share a really ridiculous story...
A few weeks ago I had plans to meet a friend at Murph's a bar maybe just over a mile from my house. It was maybe ten o'clock at night as I set out on my walk. I had my ipod in, so I didn't hear the rustle of the deer standing on the edge of the sidewalk eating grass until I came right up on him. He was standing in my way so I stomped my feet and clapped my hands trying to get him to run off. He just looked at me, walked about 8 feet and stood still looking at me, challenging me again. I repeated my move, attempting to scare the damn thing away, but the same situation happened again and then two more times after that. Eventually I figured that the whole thing was just getting silly, so I walked around him and continued on my way to the bar. Well that deer started walking right behind me. When I picked up my pace, so did he. When I stopped, he did too. I finally ditched him when I crossed the main street, but it freaked me out. I told everybody, but they all thought I was exaggerating and they just made jokes about where my "dear" was.

But of course your poem made me think of that silly thing so I had to share it! I hope you don't mind. Your poem was beautiful.

[Tomás Ó Cárthaigh]

Brilliant tale, in Ireland that would be a form of either the púca or the Banshee... a loved one coming back to tell you they are OK and are watching over you.

The story I tell is possibly one you could have learned in school, or read about or seen on a film or documentary. Its a popular one and has variations in a few tribes.

[Ees]

I am familiar with some folk-tale version of it somewhere in the recesses of my brain....

read moreI am familiar with some folk-tale version of it somewhere in the recesses of my brain....

Thanks for humoring me with reading my little tale... haha. I like that, I'd like to think of that deer as a loved one coming back to say hello.

I am going to have to check out some more of your work, soon. I am too tired tonight, but I think I'll rather like it!

[Tomás Ó Cárthaigh]

Brilliant, the main body of it is over on http://www.writingsinrhyme.com and the cybervideos on http://www.youtube.com/tomasocarthaigh.

If them links dont come live, copy and paste them to the address bar!!!

[TL Boehm]

wonderful treatment of the legend and love story. I've missed you at the Cafe.

[David Scott]

Well you must know how exceptional thus reads. The visual of the forest creatures provides a purity and an innocence that words alone could never tell.