There it was I saw what I shall never forget
And never retrieve.
Monstrous and beautiful to human eyes, hard to
He lay, yet there he lay,
Asleep on the moss, his head on his polished cleft
small ebony hoves,
The child of the doe, the dappled child of the deer.
Surely his mother had never said, "Lie here
Till I return," so spotty and plain to see
On the green moss lay he.
His eyes had opened; he considered me.
I would have given more than I care to say
To thrifty ears, might I have had him for my friend
One moment only of that forest day:
Might I have had the acceptance, not the love
Of those clear eyes;
Might I have been for him in the bough above
Or the root beneath his forest bed,
A part of the forest, seen without surprise.
Was it alarm, or was it the wind of my fear lest he
That jerked him to his jointy knees,
And sent him crashing off, leaping and stumbling
On his new legs, between the stems of the white
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I have seen pretty few of them this year I couldn't resist to create few pieces that will feature them.
I am blessed to live between the forest and lake. Sometimes I forget what a feast for soul and eyes it is.
I have placed her on a bed of silver and adorned her back with shiny dots. Next to it I have set a beautiful American Boulder Turquoise. i have added a northern star and crescent moon.
As you know I make each creature by hand. Every dot, every hair is a one punch of my hammer.
I am truly happy to offer you 3 of these in my shop. Each is unique.