The image of Medb’s severed head has never haunted me.

For a while I found it comforting, in a strange sort of way.

I can still hear the raucous belly-laugh, mirrored in Medb’s smiling face.

A face, now, forever frozen in time.

Everything happened so quickly.

What I do remember is Medb looking as beautiful in death as she was in life.

I drew her to me.

It was one of the most intimate moments in my life. 

Medb’s blood was everywhere.

Rose-coloured blood covered me like a liquid shroud.

I could even taste it on my lips, and feel it running down my beard.

It was the smell of death.

Death mingled with car oil.

Although my eyes were a blur, some of my other senses were working overtime, trying to make sense of my new environment: creaking metal, burnt rubber, the wind in the trees.

Then silence.

And in the silence three drops of blood fell on my forehead.

In. Slow. Motion.

Medb, in death, anointing me, I fantasized.

Not for a moment did I consider the possibility that this may have been a nightmare.

This was real.

Bloody real!”

Medb’s Epiphany … Medusa’s Apocalypse

Although Medb was not part of my original story, which goes back many a decade, when she did appear, in the mid noughties, it wasn’t to be later on in Guy’s adventure (as I had planned), where she would travel with him to the finale, but at the very beginning, when she would be decapitated after a few minutes of appearing on screen!

I was devastated.

I didn’t want her to be killed off at the start, and ‘fought’ the idea for about a year.

Then I realized that writing the story of the fugitive stag was more that ‘just a story.’

It was the story of a shamanic initiation into the mystery of Goddess.

She became the Patroness of my project, the creative flow, the life-blood, that weaves its way through the story of my ‘cervus fugitivus’ from beginning to end.

YES! THERE IS A TALENTED DIRECTOR ‘OUT THERE, SOMEWHERE’ WHO WILL HELP ME BRING MY FUGITIVE STAG TO THE SCREEN …

PLEASE SHARE … AND HELP ME FIND HER OR HIM.