- Non-Erotic Poetry
- daughter of the crossroads
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Click hereshe lives with sticks and stones,
sees portents in chicken bones,
discusses stars with owls, and
the destiny of water with otters.
she sucks salt from the ground,
and dines on pollen of wildflowers.
she is furrow to the warriors' plow,
and raises cairns to their memories
on the blood darkened ground.
their sons grow up in her infamy,
speaking the tongue of wolves,
and seeing with eyes of hawks.
when she dances gods fall to earth,
secret themselves in forest crannies,
and invest her with the holiness
of mountain, swamp and river.
she distills the sky into rain and
sleeps without dreaming, and
dreams without sleep.
- COMMENTS
darrenfateover 13 years agoespecially this line -
and
sleeps without dreaming, and
dreams without sleep
fridayamover 13 years agofrom my favourite poet. Lovely imagery, an instant access to a stunning word picture. Ty. (one tiny error--it should be "secrete" not "secret")
greenmountaineerover 13 years agoAgree with both comments above; however, can't quite grasp "warrior's plow."
vrosej10over 13 years agoI like this poem. Nice tense pacing. A good obvious use of meter either instinctive or deliberate. A clever poem with great imagery.
