Inner Mentor

The owl watches with twin moons,

Infinitesimal reflections of the stars,

Tiny specks of light glinting against the black.

 

He is a story ages old,

And his patience is boundless.

The wind ruffles his feathers, but he perches

Motionless and proud.

 

He is the sentinel of my soul,

Saving me from reckless disaster,

Saving me from myself.

 

There is a blizzard raging within,

A cold with which few can compete,

But he’s seen these storms before.

He peers steadfast through the gales.

 

I am barren and guarded,

Crowned with thorns,

Pricking all hearts that have come near.

Flames dance in the core.

 

Sometimes I feed the fire a bit too much,

But this cunning old fowl, he knows me well.

His words are a cool balm for my burns.

 

Unafraid of the darkness, unabashed when I explode,

He guides me through a maze of indecision,

Takes me hand when the mountain is steep.

The obscure night sneers at him,

And he blinks calmly back.

 

When I can’t bear to look forward,

I turn my face to the sky.

There are his wings, gliding over my head.

His presence is a silent talisman of hope.

 

He is an element of my spirit.

I will follow him into any depth of darkness.

Author's Note

Another spirit animal piece.

Reviews

[Elie Marie]

He is the sentinel of my soul,
Saving me from reckless disaster,
Saving me from myself.

There is a blizzard raging within,
A cold with which few can compete,
But he’s seen these storms before.
He peers steadfast through the gales.

This.
These lines and the rest of them.
wow. I want a spirit animal. and a poem.
just wow.

[Laura Lynn]

I love this poem. I feel like I would follow a man like this. What a lovely devotion you have. It is quite inspirational, (and I don't mean to be funny.)

[Einstein Noodle]

i love owls .. night hunters .. silent wings .. one could not have a better protector .. your poem highlights his strengths and human frailties that war against us .. that quiet perch is outstanding .. it brings a deep inner confidence and peace .. well told .. reading it again ;)
this is particularly engaging for me:
"I am barren and guarded,
Crowned with thorns,
Pricking all hearts that have come near.
Flames dance in the core."
hurt and betrayal can do that to us ... but a fire down below .. i really like that!
E.

[R Smith]

excellent flow of this animal spirit, a work of art :)

[MomzillaNC]

Wonderful anthropomorphism

[Haeshin]

He strikes me more as a guardian than a mentor.

[Valentine]

Very nice, I especially like the last grouping. They are beautiful birds but are nocturnal so the are visible when I am sleeping. Valentine

[Coyote Poetry]

Great use of words and thoughts.
"When I can’t bear to look forward,
I turn my face to the sky.
There are his wings, gliding over my head.
His presence is a silent talisman of hope. "
I liked the above lines. I like the flow of thoughts leading to a very good ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote