{"id":2586,"date":"2016-03-06T12:30:15","date_gmt":"2016-03-06T12:30:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=2586"},"modified":"2016-03-06T12:31:38","modified_gmt":"2016-03-06T12:31:38","slug":"stalking-the-white-deer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/stalking-the-white-deer\/","title":{"rendered":"Stalking the White Deer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Bright Moon, she for her lover waits<br \/>\nFrom the Hunt to her to return<br \/>\nBut he has not come with the skin promised<br \/>\nIn anguish her heart does burn<br \/>\nHe set to seek and hunt the Albino deer<br \/>\nA wedding dress for Bright Moon to make<br \/>\nThe bride price set by her father<br \/>\nIf she as his wife was to take.<br \/>\nAnd Blue Jay stalks the White Deer still<br \/>\nWith the arrow deep in its heart<br \/>\nAnd though they in human form will never meet again<br \/>\nBlue Jay and his beloved will never part<br \/>\nShe speaks not of the vision<br \/>\nOf the White Deer in the clearing, running fast<br \/>\nA crimson trickle flowing down its breast<br \/>\nSignifying the love that forever will last.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_2587\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2587\" style=\"width: 800px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-2587\" src=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/Albino-Red-Stag.jpg\" alt=\"The stag is a symbol of endurance and strenght in a lot of cultures. In this Native American folktale it is an impossible task set by a disapproving father for his daughters suitor, only for him to become one and be killed. Similar symbology is in the founding legends of the Clan Eoghanchta in Ireland where the death of the Red Stag marks their terrortory within its track of life blood its sheds during the chase...\" width=\"800\" height=\"600\" srcset=\"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/Albino-Red-Stag.jpg 800w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/Albino-Red-Stag-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/Albino-Red-Stag-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/Albino-Red-Stag-700x525.jpg 700w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/Albino-Red-Stag-332x249.jpg 332w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-2587\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The stag is a symbol of endurance and strenght in a lot of cultures. In this Native American folktale it is an impossible task set by a disapproving father for his daughters suitor, only for him to become one and be killed. Similar symbology is in the founding legends of the Clan Eoghanchta in Ireland where the <strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/red-path-of-the-stag\/\">death of the Red Stag<\/a><\/strong> marks their territory within its track of life blood its sheds during the chase&#8230;<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Bright Moon, she for her lover waits From the Hunt to her to return But he has not come with the skin promised In anguish her heart does burn He set to seek and hunt the Albino deer A wedding dress for Bright Moon to make The bride price set &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[76,745,749],"tags":[2704,2705,2706,2703,2707],"class_list":["post-2586","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-folklore-and-legend","category-native-american-tales","category-whisper-n-thunder","tag-blue-jay","tag-bright-moon","tag-love-story-of-blue-jay-and-white-moon","tag-whispen-n-thunder","tag-white-stag","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-FI","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":4240,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/there-came-a-man-who-spoke-from-a-book\/","url_meta":{"origin":2586,"position":0},"title":"There Came A Man Who Spoke From A Book","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"14th November 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"There came a man who spoke from a book And spoke of better ways Of Heaven and Hell and Judgement Faced by man at the End of Days. 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