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Seeing red

red stag in rut - polaroid poems 'seeing red'lit with hues of flame and amber
the Fall ignites pyrexic fervour
stags staccato hormone rush
scorch the burning spindle bush
charge on hot and smoky breath
the challenge even unto death

horn on horn October’s clamour
scars the grass with hoof and antler
stamping, tilting  tournament
crashes through the firmament
belly deep the ireful rut
thrust and burn and undercut

herded hinds are all a quiver
safe in knowledge of the winner

Internet glitches put a damper on this entry – belatedly joining Wednesday’s MidWeek Motif: Fire



playing with photography @ eljaygee whilst Tell Tale Therapy has a weakness for words

24 thoughts on “Seeing red

  1. an exciting autumnal scene…in the fiery background of Fall, stags, fueled by fiery passion are at loggerheads for a female mate…a very unique take on the prompt….


  2. Just recently a friend posted pics of a stag burn on Facebook, so I had that in mind reading this. Love the sense of fire here in the marking of territory and challenge, in the rutting, in the time of year. Love the end couplet too–a surety that the herd will have a buck in charge.


    1. belated response Susan – sorry missed this – the sounds and antics go with the fiery hues of autumn leaves – thank you for your words as was not sure about the ending – its tame but the does are the opposite of fire!


    1. love the way ire and fire rhyme and sum up the rut – sensational event perhaps even more so when it takes place in the somewaht tame surounds of London parkland as here near Hamtpon Court


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