Today the prompt is to take a word from a favourite poem. I have taken 'deer' from 'Hallaig' by Sorley MacLean.
Deer.
The long-night, stag-bellowing, antler crashing
Of the deer on the hill
Is now, as it ever was, the
Ever-lasting fight for prize,
One boy against another,
Vying for the brightest marble or the shiniest conker,
Wanting to be top-dog in the playground.
The running hinds, taunting and calling the calves
On the hillside, hiding in
Fresh green-bracken, waving leaved troops,
Standing sentinel whilst the wind
And rain march past in order,
Giving way only to the sun's passing glance
As it watches and warms the hinds and the calves.
And the bellowing-stag-antler-locked
Crashing continues, day after day after year after year.
Thus it ever was.
(c) 2ndwitch, 29/04/17
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