The trophy of his heart ...

The rain had stopped -

Amongst the trees we saw the deer -

Their beautiful bodies were half masked by bracken -

They turned their heads towards us -

Creatures of twilight and silence -

I thought of Actaeon -

The moonlit nakedness of the Goddess -

The slim youth transformed -

The velvet covered antlers crowning his head -

The cruel hunt through the woods -

The trophy of his heart -


Wednesday 24 April 2019

Arne
Dorset