Born through the Samhain veil, The Wild One carries the untamed spirit of the pale fallow doe from whom she came. Her hide, taken from the neckline where the wind once rippled through the deer’s coat, holds the living memory of motion, spirals and curls woven like breath into time itself.
She is wild and free , a creature of Brigid’s flame before it was tamed into hearths and altars. Her song moves like wind across ancient grasslands, unpredictable, alive.
The deer from whom she came walked the Welsh–Shropshire borderlands. Her life was known, her death honoured, and her hide prepared entirely by my hands, fleshed, cleaned, and stretched in love and prayer. From death to drum within a single turn of the moon, a rare, unbroken lineage of reverence.
Born at Samhain, when veils are thin and thresholds open, The Wild One carries that liminal pulse, the rhythm of endings becoming beginnings.
Hair-on drums hold a distinct power. Their sound is deep, textured, and primal, the voice of the animal still close, the spirit intact within the grain. They do not just sound, they speak.
A 14-inch fallow deer hide stretched upon an ash hoop, strong, bright, and true.
Each strike calls the wild home again.
May her voice remind you of the places within that cannot be domesticated.
Tended with love and birthed in ceremony.
£500, plus p&p , or kerbside collection from Ludlow
Born through the Samhain veil, The Wild One carries the untamed spirit of the pale fallow doe from whom she came. Her hide, taken from the neckline where the wind once rippled through the deer’s coat, holds the living memory of motion, spirals and curls woven like breath into time itself.
She is wild and free , a creature of Brigid’s flame before it was tamed into hearths and altars. Her song moves like wind across ancient grasslands, unpredictable, alive.
The deer from whom she came walked the Welsh–Shropshire borderlands. Her life was known, her death honoured, and her hide prepared entirely by my hands, fleshed, cleaned, and stretched in love and prayer. From death to drum within a single turn of the moon, a rare, unbroken lineage of reverence.
Born at Samhain, when veils are thin and thresholds open, The Wild One carries that liminal pulse, the rhythm of endings becoming beginnings.
Hair-on drums hold a distinct power. Their sound is deep, textured, and primal, the voice of the animal still close, the spirit intact within the grain. They do not just sound, they speak.
A 14-inch fallow deer hide stretched upon an ash hoop, strong, bright, and true.
Each strike calls the wild home again.
May her voice remind you of the places within that cannot be domesticated.
Tended with love and birthed in ceremony.
£500, plus p&p , or kerbside collection from Ludlow
