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Deer woman
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Deer woman |
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jjote Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088Ontario, Canada 
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[Sometimes I browse on myths and legends to find an interesting character - this one tickled my fancy, and am just imagining a poem for her - enjoy] Flower vines wound sinuously toward labyrinths of trees in a forest so dense with habitation that here must have musty legends and ancient beginnings been forged to create powerful god-men and women. Out of these myths and folklore was a deer woman, Karah, with the upper form of a young maiden and lower body of a deer, who loved to wander out of the woods in search of mortals gathered around campfires laughing and dancing to the music of drums beating wild and erotic. Karah would emerge into this cocoon of light like a misty dream, taking the image of a normal woman blending with everyone but staying close to the edge of light, its flickering shadows sheltering her like a blanket, obscuring her. Clothed in flimsy silk, her head covered in fine shawl, she floated effortlessly, dress shimmering like butterfly wings as she danced sensuously to the rhythm of the drums. She so loved to dance. Men in drunken stupor would reach out to dance with her dazzled with the silhouette vision of her beauty and grace, intoxicating as a temptress or a chest of gold, chasing her into secluded trees and dark hedges a flitting hope of catching her into their arms kept alive by a whisper of mysterious air that surrounded her like an elusive torch. She lured them, seduced them, but always at a safe distance but never to let them touch or hold her. And woe to any mortal who persisted in capturing her - She would turn back to her real form - head with antlers and mighty hooves on her feet. In a fit of rage, she would stomp these mortals Into a death inelegant and graceless |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Why? Why would she stomp these mortals after driving them crazy with desire? I loved this poem until all the stomping to death commenced. ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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jjote Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088Ontario, Canada |
haha.. she can't make love in her real form...zat's what's making her mad.. |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
I have always known the deer-lady of native american legends to be a minxy-infatuater of mortal men- GREAT depiction here lady! enjoyed your woven tale  be well ~d "..But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.." ~Emily Bronte 'The Night is Darkening Around Me' [This message has been edited by devina (05-25-2015 10:16 PM).] |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Somewhat like the many stories of the Mermaids who came onto land and enticed men. Enjoyed your take on it. Jo |
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