Idaho mule deeer antler cross sections, sterling and akoya pearl.
After the tufts of fur and hide are gone,
after the sinews of back strap and rump have been consumed,
all that remains is bones.
The wings of a pelvis,
the shapely rounds of femur ends nibbled by voles
and these long, pronged antlers, grooved
and echoing with velvet ghosts,
ringing with the lusting war of the rut.
To honor the remains.
To (further) breathe a dash of immortality into these
ruins of white.
To remember the long legs that once wove
through willow, sage and mountain stream.
I do.
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I made these earrings yesterday.
The woman who wears them will be the wildest one!
