Word Craft

BLEACHING ANTLERS Echoes of July days with stags on the ridge of Corra Bheinn cast antlers bleaching in the wood the year they left salt licks for the deer rings rippling in the dark waters of Loch an-t-Siob the sound of green the wind white and clean in the middle way between dream and waking I search the mirror image for The White Stag.

Kirsteen Scott Inspired by White Ring Tree by Simon Ward