Tall, lean, feline, black eyed Winter is aprowl high-shouldered, haughty, she swirls through branches that strain to catch her bleaches an expansive sky watches for lonely bones
This night a god will sing in the storm lay her glitter cloak over all reveal a power and deadly glory to make you question your beliefs as she slithers under doors to embrace you gnaws your bones with cold takes you
Written in response to this weeks EarthWeal Challenge, where we are asked to ‘write an animal poem, ensouled with the animal body in your animal mind. You can embrace the extra-human wherever it is found, in beast, fish, tree, land- or seascape or star canopy.’
As often happens with my poetry, I went at this a bit slant. In my childhhod I read many tales that originated from the myths of the Indigenous peoples of the Americas — tales where Coyote helped sing the world into existence, where he made sure that humans were modelled after his mercurial trickster spirit.
We are all coyotes, tricking and loving our way through the world, to its end……..
Any attempt to pin down this exact moment, that exact image exactly what I feel and need to say needs words that are not born yet, metaphors for minds not yet formed, such is exactitude. Yet that is what poets attempt to do. We stand at the edge of the crowd, listening to the music hearing the echoes of other times and places, and ask a shadow to dance.