Ravensafe ~ a story/poem

[Bianca Alabaster]

Winter walk
by the popcorn bushes
edge of the bank
scattered rocks
brush eroded
from the rivers torrent
and heavy rains.

Green icy water
swirls below
forming power -
an eddy crushing
force against the
rock-face shore.

A craggy tree
outstretched
over the edge
invites a sitting
place for me.

The raven lights
upon its branch
he rocks his dance
of invitation
and croons, tilting
his head
compassionately.

I come to him
sit on a long
flat stone
near the tree
below his branch
we relax in
the cold and sun.

We stare at the
river and mountains
I sleep then dream
he croaks
and clucks
his raven song.

I’m at the
celebration
of Raven-Dancer
sitting in the
dark theater
listening to the
drumming
and his story
sing-song voice -
when he plays his flute
we are gone.

I am Singing River
in my canoe
and he is the
blue shimmering
raven at the prow
oily in the sunlight.

At the rivers end
I take my usual form
becoming silver water,
he scoops me into his mouth
and we fly high above
the land towards the sun.

©

[billy]

love the last two verse really like the rest of it . and can't see much i'd edit.
i love the native american tempo it has when i read it.
lots going on within the poem.

after a couple more reads i find myself getting into the atmosphere of it more and more. thanks for what i think, is a really enjoyable poem. jmo

[addy]

Really love this one. Reminded me of Rudyard Kipling... those song/poems he writes with his stories, dunno why. That's just the vibe.

[digna_sofia]

Very contemplative. Moving in an odd sort of way.

[Bianca Alabaster]

Thanks everyone, glad you enjoyed.