By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Hallowed light transfuses air,
and dusts a clearing in the dark forest.
While elemental’s gather within it, transfixed,
a lanky doe lies at the centre, its birthing process begun.
Nymphs hover above, their tiny wings cooling the laboured doe,
the forest spirit kneels quietly beside her giving her encouragement.
Elementals of all kinds tremble in unison,
the vibration calming the doe, her wide frightened expression easing.
As the fawn miraculously appears, the forest spirit intervenes,
gently guiding the baby from her mother’s pain.
Helping peal away the membrane with the soft assistance of a mother’s tongue,
the fawn bleats weakly and its struggle to stand begins.
The elementals move closer and will the doe to its feet.
They chant a soft prayer of life and the fawn sways awkwardly,
until its four feet find ground and it steadies.
It bleats victory and shakes its wet skin, rocking back and forth.
The doe quickly cleans herself, the afterbirth done,
and shakily rises to her feet and begins to clean her baby.
The forest erupts into a mass of flickering light and the dancing of creatures,
celebrating the birth of new life.