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.
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.
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.
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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