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you were never properly afraid of my antlers
in the grass that pierced our feet and the trains
kept on rolling by tracks I wished I'd made but
they would have flowed up trees to their branches
not cities where you hid behind walls, you were
never properly afraid of my antlers that I grew
in my dying days to sing in sways of our leaves

Clive Culverhouse

Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Topic(s) of this poem: god,lost,nature,religion,paganism,wicca

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***Cernunnospoetry by Clive CulverhouseCernunnoshorned/antlered deity of Celtic paganismgod of the forest, and life-death-rebirth and a form of the Green Man***

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