A Mexica warrior woman
bathed brown in sun
obsidian blade in my hand
a cannibal for survival
a gentle gypsy
dark and sweet,magical
red-dress dancing
and many-bracelets laughing
at shifting shapes in a camp fire’s dying leaps
a hillbilly youth,
innocent as a fawn in dry grass,
peaceful, Earth-knowing
with a Cherokee heart
mountain twang,
three women wrapped in clay,
bottled in blood and bone,
a collector of skulls,
a counter of hearts
and a giver of grace.
bold, spirited. fervent. love the last two lines.
Thanks, Jak. I really appreciate that!
Nochipa
i read this work on the board
and i wondered if it was to be found here
an lo it is with other works I like
there is much to be admired in the lines and images
of this work it has fire
that I wish to congratulate
the work also reveals a spirit nature
that springs out from within
this I find quite fascinating in the general scheme of conversations
of my belief to look behind the words of a poet to where understanding
can be gained as to what forms the poetry
I like this work a whole lot
morning I worked in the fields
this afternoon I am painting
jack
Jack,
I am so glad you have come to see my work. Thank you very much for doing so and for what you say of it. I agree that “spirit nature” springs from the work of a poet. I do not think any writer is ever far removed from his/her work. I think that when I read a piece and it leaps off the page at me, I don’t care if the poet is famous or if they are ametuer. I don’t care what rules they obey or which ones they break, if it speaks, it speaks and that’s what makes poetry alive to me…I agree with you. It has to be real.
Thank you again,
Nochipa
good morning nochipa
there was something in the suggestion of this work
that has occupied my thoughts
something that suggested another world perhaps of spirits
I know I mention that along with fire
it can be true to say most artists are shamans of a type
I think of the Mexica
and the Cherokee heart reference
those rituals or festivals like day of the dead
and then I wonder is this the work of a young medicine woman
sorry just musing
jack
Thank you, Jack. I’ll never tell. Might mess with the magic. 🙂