so called, as once a blue moon or so, a poem might appear. @;-)
Another version of this was written in March, 2003 for the grassroots “Poets Against the War” website,
along with thousands of other poems, from thousands of other poets. The site is still active.
Old Woman and The Child
He said,
“It is dark!
Did the comet die?”
She answered,
“Yes, it is dark,
the comet is gone,
dark prayers are planted in the land.
But look,
here, in the round
we still have our fire.
I tell you now,
before they come-
drink blood from our fingers
eat bowls of our dead-
we’ll show them the river’s source in the stars,
found in each of their palms.
And one-by-one
they will sit down, and remember.”
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not March, 2003. Details, details!
I like pretty much everything about it, the images, the message (which can be taken at so many different levels of the heart), the words themselves and how they’re strung together.
Thank you for sharing this, kj.
it was not immediately obvious to me that you WROTE this poem!
It reminded me of Gregory Benford’s novel Great Sky River.
i like the imagery…the feeling of this.
please share more of your work with us (^.^)