Their horses graze amongst scarred camper vans -
Their young gods drink cider pressed from dizzying apples -
They carve hares by moonlight -
They shape the golden wood -
They dream of stags hunted across pale meadows -
The fierce goddess with her bow -
They run with the stags in the wild hunt -
They wear their antlers woven round with flowers -
Tuesday 21 July 2020
Wareham
Dorset
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