Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Scythian Gold

...molded the holy predator Death,
revered, carried on horseback
across the plains.

Life, the golden prey, a stag
with many-branched
antlers, the diverse pathways,
reaching up from the beautiful earth.

Death, as black feathers fall
as talons grasp, that is eternity.
Those nomads crisscrossed
the blooming ground. They knew
where the sweet waters flow.

3 comments:

  1. This is SO beautiful! Wowzers! "Life, the golden prey, a stag with many-branched antlers".........."that is eternity". Whoa. Fantastic piece of writing!

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    1. Sherry, Thanks so much for your comment. Wowzers! How great a comment is that.

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  2. mysterious, frightening and beautiful!

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