a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label solitude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label solitude. Show all posts

Friday, August 23, 2013

The White Deer With Real Toads

Ralph Albert Blakelock (1847-1919)  "Solitude" (detail)  undated
for a creative challenge.
In the clearing
He danced 
For crops
And for rain

Magic was called
She came 
In white fur she danced
In the silent rain

Blessing had answered
Yet no one knew
Where she walked
Peyote grew. 

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