a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Friday, August 23, 2013

The White Deer With Real Toads

Ralph Albert Blakelock (1847-1919)  "Solitude" (detail)  undated
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:

Kay L. Davies said...

Oh, this is wonderful. The painting, the photos, the story...
You have written with a real depth of understanding.
K

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Is that a real albino deer that visits you? I've never seen one. Amazing!

John Gray said...

Did you take that photo
Delightful x

TexWisGirl said...

very interesting. you can keep the mushrooms if you allow rain to fall. :)

Hannah said...

Love the personification given to the words "magic," and "blessing." Nicely done!

Sandy said...

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.

Country Gal said...

Awesome post and photos ! Thanks for sharing . Have a good weekend !

Helen said...

Love the reference to peyote and the psychedelic vibe in the last photo!

Willow said...

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.

humbird said...

Sounds like mystery...cool

Dreaming said...

:)) Very nice

Vandana Sharma said...

beautiful poem:)

Dip-Dip and the Bridge said...

A beautiful poem about an extraordinary creature. She is stunning. I have never seen a white deer before, is she albino?
Lynne x

Sandra said...

truly beautiful, your poem and the white deer...

Nancy said...

Amazing image and words Gail. Perhaps a once in a lifetime sighting.

Lynne said...

Wonderful Gail . . .

Marty Damon said...

The poem and pictures are magical themselves - inviting a second and third read.

Susan said...

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.

Kerry O'Connor said...

How amazing to see the white deer step out of fairy-tale and into reality.

Sandee said...

Delightful and then some. You do these so very well.

Have a terrific day. :)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

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.

Josie Two Shoes said...

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?

Margaret said...

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.

DesertHen said...

Beautiful Gail! Does the white doe still visit you?

LindaG said...

Great rhyme and amazing photos, Gail. Thanks! :-)

Dances With Vodka said...

so whimsical! Really loved this!!

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