St Brigid’s Day


On St Brigid’s day

A stag came into my garden

My suburban garden

 

On the one hand, you say

It’s a deer that’s lost its way

Come in from the fields

 

On the other, I say

I’ve never seen a stag

In a garden

Mine, or anyone’s

 

Is this not strange?

Nature’s way of speaking

Love’s tongue.

 

Bridget Belgrave
2 Feb 2010 

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