Soul Mates by Canadian artist Maxine Noel.
She signs her artwork with Sioux name Ioyan Mani, which translates to "Walk Beyond".
With my four eagle feathers,
I stir the air and fly to your hand
Bare of rings & ink, you seed my footpath
salt & foam, as far as my raven's eyes can catch-
A pair of seagulls circle eight times
above us, wingtips white as falling snow
The yellowed river whispers songs
of our mothers, we cradle them as precious stones
Native drums beat & shatter the evening
crimson and lush as your skin, soft as knotted leaves
An owl hoots, we hear the northern winds keel
and rise its mast towards the blue ice-mountains
A cry from a distant coyote pierces sharp as my spear,
then night wraps us silk-warm as crackling firewood-
The wind rustles restful & plump as blackberries
your face is silvered lake, stardrop & ebbing waves-
Reach for me like a spring bud to rain,
Pull me under your fur, shivering for your touch-
I will be the soft sands & sturdy bark you call home
I will bear our names in the deep belly of the mighty tree
The thick-green forest hears our words &
loops our rib bones under one skin, one spirit dance-
Let's climb the skies together -
Let's feast with the candles melting like the moon -
Posted for OpenLinkNight of D'verse Poets Pub - Happy Anniversary and cheers for more ~ I am vacationing in British Columbia and may be slow (but surely) in returning visits ~ I am enjoying the scenery and basking myself in the local arts.
