Ancient's Lullaby

I dream of darkness

where the only light is from the fire 

ablaze to cook and spin stories 

to dance around

to suckle babies and

pound out the rhythm 

of the night

where images waft

languid across your mind's eye

and come to rest upon your eyelids

calling you to places

coiled deep within

an ancestral mind

recalling a union with the stars

you drift with the sky above

the earth below

cradled in the arms of

a loving mother

fed by the tree and bush

and the blood sacrifice

circle of life 

that you lay down in,

the pelted soft warmth

of surrender...

I am a stranger

in this

manufactured light. 

Author's Note

I'm tired.

Reviews

[xx]

A poem that flits between all the senses and makes the reader feel every bump in and between the lines. The poem itself reads like a lullaby, cryptic but soft, dark and strange - I enjoyed reading this piece. Wonderful imagery, and good manipulation of structure! Do keep writing, and again, I sincerely enjoyed reading this. :)

-Mina

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and good place you took me with your words. I like how you create a world and allow the reader to fall into it. The ending left questions? Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote