Tuesday, February 2, 2016

She, and the Song of the Sea

One of Pup's cousins on a Tofino beach
bc.ctvnews.ca photo: Chris Darimont


Wild Woman lives with the song of the sea in her veins, and the heart  of a wolf in her chest: a tired old mother wolf who has seen many seasons, and whose strength is wearing out. But she remembers the pulse of the wild; her blood quickens at sunrise on the coast, as she watches the indefatigable sun rise, morning after morning, the eternal waves ebbing and flowing, on the shore and within her being, through the everness of time, in the only place where her soul is at home. She carries this with her inland, in her waning years, yet every cell of her being is attuned up and over the mountains, where the seaspray, the ancient forest, the eagle's cry, the ley lines in this power place, call to her forever, singing: Come home, come home, so spirit and being can be one, before you lay your body down for the last time.

This place claimed her, long before she claimed it.
It has called to her for lifetimes.
It is forever and forever singing her home.

An attempt at a haibun (with syllable count gone wild), on the topic of Identity for Sumana at Poet's United's Midweek Motif. 


27 comments:

  1. Beautiful, Sherry. This is so you.
    Luv, K

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  2. Oh, Sherry, I do hope that the Wild Woman's song is heard & that she will be able to come home to that place that is calling her!

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  3. A wonderful write....reminds me of Barbara Kingsolver's High Tide in Tucson....and the story of the hermit crab she brought home from Florida to her son.

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  4. Oh, I love this:
    "her blood quickens at sunrise on the coast, as she watches the indefatigable sun rise"

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  5. Sherry, you must have been exchanged at birth. Your words make me think of Native American writings. You have such a unique connection to Nature!

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  6. ah...Sherry, nothing could describe you so well as this magical haibun...

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  7. I like the experiment with this form Sherry - it has a feeling of folklore..also love the notion that home finds us..not vive versa - that can offer hope in waning days xo

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  8. Wild woman calling to Wild woman. I hear you and know this deep within me. Thank you,

    Elizabeth

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  9. This is superb! I love the imagery and this "her blood quickens at sunrise on the coast" - inspired!

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  10. This is such a pretty piece!! The sea water is there… undulating softly… mesmerizingly… holding the secret of all life in its chill depths, Sherry.Oh, loved it!

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  11. luv how your inner being shines through, nice haibun

    have a good Wednesday

    much love...

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  12. The song of the sea, the howl of the wolf are inside you Sherry. They are you. I like how you identify yourself here, how you show your heart.

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  13. Sherry, I must admit, until today, I have never seen or read a haibun. Not surprising, given how poetry was taught to me, during the 1980s, by the Ontario education curriculum. Please pardon my ignorance, but I love the flow of your words. Thank you, for enlightening, with your poem.

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  14. This is you Sherry! I feel the tug of the wild so much here--

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  15. Never mind the syllable count - it's all beautiful poetry, prose and verse.

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  16. Those places from an unknown past speak to us to tell us who we are, who we were and will be forever more. It is call from the wild that you known and will always have a home. How beautifully you have conveyed your feelings here Sherry.

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  17. Of your many expressions of love for the wolf Pup and the love of the shore and woods, this is the most beautiful! The contrast between the strength wearing out and the "indefatigable sun rise, morning after morning, the eternal waves ebbing and flowing, on the shore and within her being, through the everness of time" is profound! There is that which will never grow old--like being claimed before claiming, like belonging and knowing it. Wow!

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  18. The calling is a song that whispers in you heart until the day you find that place of peace. Sending positive intentions that the door will be open soon.

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  19. Sherry, I could feel you in your haibun. I think this is about you isn't it? Very wise to the senses. thanks.

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  20. Nice. That's very well penned. I like the powerful character sketch. :-)

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  21. This breathes of beauty and wild...I love this:

    "eternal waves ebbing and flowing, on the shore and within her being, through the everness of time, in the only place where her soul is at home"

    Yes.

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  22. Sherry,
    You have so many attachments to the earth, sea and nature, that your identity is multi-faceted. You are such an interesting lady with a great soul and a big heart. At least when I visit Tofino, I can identify you to anyone Sherry!!
    Loved the image of Pup's cousin..
    Eileen

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  23. I'm glad you did a haibun Sherry it works as you tell the story of you (such a rich and inspiring story.) Sorry Im so late Ive been journeying and just arriving at my place called "home."

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  24. A poem in prose, Sherry, that reads like an archetypal, matriarchal folk tale. This had me fascinated and enthralled!

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Thank you so much. I will be over to see you soon!