Ralph Albert Blakelock (1847-1919) "Solitude" (detail) undated
Joining Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
for a creative challenge.
In the clearing
He danced
For crops
And for rain
Magic was called
She came
In white fur she danced
In the silent rain
Blessing had answered
Yet no one knew
Where she walked
Peyote grew.
26 comments:
Oh, this is wonderful. The painting, the photos, the story...
You have written with a real depth of understanding.
K
Is that a real albino deer that visits you? I've never seen one. Amazing!
Did you take that photo
Delightful x
very interesting. you can keep the mushrooms if you allow rain to fall. :)
Love the personification given to the words "magic," and "blessing." Nicely done!
Gail,
Up north in Michigan we have a totally white female deer she would always visit my aunts home.
I believe that's because she had the sweet apple tree in her yard.
Awesome post and photos ! Thanks for sharing . Have a good weekend !
Love the reference to peyote and the psychedelic vibe in the last photo!
Great photos to go with the mystique .
We had a white doe in the area about 8 years ago . There has been a pied doe , spotted on the trail cam the past few years so must be her offspring.
Sounds like mystery...cool
:)) Very nice
beautiful poem:)
A beautiful poem about an extraordinary creature. She is stunning. I have never seen a white deer before, is she albino?
Lynne x
truly beautiful, your poem and the white deer...
Amazing image and words Gail. Perhaps a once in a lifetime sighting.
Wonderful Gail . . .
The poem and pictures are magical themselves - inviting a second and third read.
How your words link the deer and the crops and the desert makes me think of unicorns and magic, but your photo proves the presence of this possibility.
How amazing to see the white deer step out of fairy-tale and into reality.
Delightful and then some. You do these so very well.
Have a terrific day. :)
They say when albino animals appear, the time for the Rainbow Race to arise is at hand. One can only hope!!!!!! This is beautiful, especially dancing in the rain in her white fur. It reminds me of an event I attended years ago in Tofino, where a beautiful young girl , dressed in white fur, danced for the animals. Sigh. So lovely.
This was such a well done verse, Gail, I loved it - mystical, just as is the white deer. Now I have to know if you took those photos, and if so, have you seen it since?
I, too, would like to know if this is your photo... did you encounter a white deer. I was quite drawn to this painting - stood before it (nose as close as I could get) and the detail is lovely.
Beautiful Gail! Does the white doe still visit you?
Great rhyme and amazing photos, Gail. Thanks! :-)
so whimsical! Really loved this!!
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