Because I am a keener and because I am ready to fall over, I have decided to pull two prompts together – I am replying to an earlier poem in this one about an animal that I have mentioned earlier.
I have seen you wandering from here,
on your shores of slate-black lakes,
from this storm I call home
in the heart of lightning’s transformative medicine
where fire opens life
for seeds shut to all but heat…
be careful what you wish for.
you gazed into the centre
to learn teachings of butterfly.
now you know what transformation feels like,
my claws in the flesh of your left shoulder,
as I know how it feels to
touch the face of the sun to hear Creator’s voice.
because of my flashing eyes,
this world still dances with life
and you still dance, too.
what will you do with that gift?
I hear your prayers in the tobacco smoke,
echoing them in whispers
to Creator’s heart.
(c) r. l. elke