When I dwelled in woodland (Nimue) Small my antlers, swift my hoofs Tangled summer flowers in unkempt hair Birdsong shimmering on my lips Moss rolling, bark chewing exuberance Raucous barking in the moonlight With voice of doe or vixen Rough, uncanny music. Happy to leave, flitting unapologetic Beyond the reach of responsibilities And other people’s rules. When I had antlers... https://druidlife.wordpress.co....m/2024/04/21/when-i-
