A recent sighting of a white deer on the farm prompted one of our facebook followers to share the beautiful poem below with us. Timothy had written the poem after a similar deer sighting nearby. We thought it would be lovely to share, particularly as it's World Poetry Day today.Thank you Timothy Concannon for sharing your work with us.
The magic beast
See a flash, unexpected, against the trees
A herd of deer is there, but something’s strange.
A white hart, unearthly, among the rest
A magic sight, the stuff of legend,
Here in the hangars of my home,
Not fairyland.
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Diana's beast, the quarry of Alexander
And Caesar, Charlemagne, Rustvun-Shad.
The badge of Richard Lionheart,
Lofty Enlil’s earthly form.
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I stop the car, and stare, enchanted.
How long has she been in my woods?
A living unicorn!
The clue’s in Harting, that selfsame pub.
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The hart looks over Torberry,
Rumoured town of Rome.
Does she seek her ancient master?
Will she lure him back again,
To drown like faithful Bran?
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She's off! I cannot follow
To find her marble halls
And dozen handmaids under the Lake
like ancient Rustvun
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I muse, and dream of ancient times
And myth, and magic and ancient quests
I return to earth, and onward drive
But I still remember, that evening long ago
When a thing divine touched my mortal mind.
Timothy Thomas Concannon