Running with the Deer
There has always beena great doubt in my mind
that I was ever meant to be domesticated.
I feel out of my time,
soul-sent to run with the deer
in a time when the deer
no longer run free.
And I find myself in the wrong world,
haunted
by memories of long-striding runs
across the glitter and crack of moonlit ice on the hills,
Gaia’s bare bones, looming black above me
against the star-deep sky.
Memories lie deep in my mind, yet flicker and rise
in unguarded times, a part of me
always feral and free, not to be
chained - and the older I am, the grayer I get, the more
I remember.
Copyright 2009 by Jessica Macbeth. All rights reserved.
that I was ever meant to be domesticated.
I feel out of my time,
soul-sent to run with the deer
in a time when the deer
no longer run free.
And I find myself in the wrong world,
haunted
by memories of long-striding runs
across the glitter and crack of moonlit ice on the hills,
Gaia’s bare bones, looming black above me
against the star-deep sky.
Memories lie deep in my mind, yet flicker and rise
in unguarded times, a part of me
always feral and free, not to be
chained - and the older I am, the grayer I get, the more
I remember.
Copyright 2009 by Jessica Macbeth. All rights reserved.
posted by Jesa | 5:09 PM
4 Comments:
Beautiful Jesa, just beautiful. I feel it too sometimes but I think that I am just too domesticated to let that wild gypsy in me out too often. Afraid perhaps of where it may lead me. You are a poet of the heart.
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Hey Jessica - are you no longer blogging now?
Ali x
Ali, I'd like to, but I haven't been able to set up a blog that does what I want. I know it can be done because others do it, so I guess I'm just not enough of a techie. I'm going to focus on my various web pages and other writing for a while instead. http://jesamac.com is the main one and the others link to it. Cheers!
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