Moccasin Dancing with Owls

by Maple Tree   Mar 4, 2013


Deep night calling, 'tween branches
of twisted rigor-mortise fingers, laced
with knowledge of who and why,
owls screech while mice
scurry, I whisper to glory;

"it's how it should be"

The frigid dying choir scuffles
amongst shadows, flavoring
taste of the wild, anointing
lips with feverish kisses
from a lone wolf dancing.

Moccasins spin in circles
of a bonfire audience,
sun fades upon the red one,
my brothers and the moon.

They call us home
to the Forrest of twisted trees.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Angie

    And may the Great Spirit help guide them on their journey

    I always love your nature pieces no matter the subject, but this one, I don't know, it just really touched me in ways I cannot explain...

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    The imagery set here is a mixture of beautiful nature and dark sadness...its a great combination.

    You know I always love your writes and this piece was no exception, I loved the usage of animals and nature...the whole thing just felt so serene yet vividly powerful.

    I hate critiquing work, especially when I love it so much...however, the first stanza had some flow issues...

    I tried to tidy it up a little to how I feel it should sound, I'm not sure if you just had typing errors so...

    Deep night calling, 'tween branches
    of twisted rigor-mortise fingers, laced
    with knowledge of who and why,
    owls screech while mice
    scurry, I whisper to glory;

    I love love love the ending, it is so you...dear tree

    :)
    Hugs
    xx

  • 11 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Simply Splendid!!!

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