Saturday, September 8, 2018

At the Stag Tree

AT THE STAG TREE

I am the antlered one.
I raise living bones
as taproots into the sky
to draw down the strength of heaven.




At the Stag Tree

I am sure-footed, potent,
a warrior in love,
with power to read the land,
to see behind me and around me.


I grow my own crown, royal,
magnificent, and have the wisdom
to give up its burden
when the year grows old.


I come here, to the hickory,
to rub out my royalty,
to drop the burden of my crown
and grow again, stronger than before.



- Ryzymburk, September 15, 2018


- lines composed in an exercise to become Animal Speakers that I led in my writing retreat in the Czech Republic

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