native funeral

silver-grey locks, hawk-faced
a horseshoe grin, totem-pole body,
an ancient coin in the dunes of reverie,
this year, you will worship, naked,
under the laburnum tree,
not for a yellow-eared harvest,
not for the animals you skinned,
not for the white-peaked mountains
not for the river in your veins,
you will wear a batik of hope,
mud-stained and star-hemmed,
your kin has splintered the wood
a flame has been kindled, lapping
the edge of your cot, the lake
is ministering to you,
the moon is your witness,
you fast-fade into a cold sleep,
with death, a second thought,
you dream of a hut, by the sea

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i got that same native american feel to this...a real spiritual feeling about those dreams we die with...and that cold sleep that eventually come----but then, Native Americans appreciate nature more than any other human beings.

[highonwords]

hi jacob -

i combined what i saw in my head with a tribal twist - thank you for the review and the visit

my best,s
steph

[Lydia Shutter]

Powerfully emotional write....about someone waiting for death? There is a Native American feel to this one. Filled with reverence for nature. Lydi**

[highonwords]

hi lydia -

tribal funeral, combined with my love for nature - thank you so much for the review and the visit

my best,
steph