Owl Woman has soft gray chicks
nestled at her breast.
In her brain lives the spacious sky,
dappled silver, shining.
Through her feathers,
Sister Wind woos her towards flight,
beckoning from
the Four Directions,
for when she soars, she is free, joyous,
safe from harm.
She will teach these chicks
to fly.
Down her throat runs clear river water,
life-giving, replenishing.
The forest lives in her eyes,
green and golden,
and full of talking trees.
Her journeys
are the flight-paths of the ancestors,
imprinted within her being.
The spirits fly with her
and whisper to her
the way that she must go.
Owl Woman is earth-bound,
for a time,
but dreaming of
the sky.
Each word is precious here Sherry...I love the mother image in the Owl Woman as well as the earth-bound dreamer's within whose being stays her ancestors..
ReplyDeleteHearing the call is half the battle won. I love the descriptions of her throat and eyes. I think I would know her anywhere.
ReplyDeleteThe owl and her life certainly represents your spirit Sherry.....lovely free and true. :-)
ReplyDeletethe Owl Woman knows from the spirit that glistens through her eyes of the path her soul will take when her talons no longer need to grasp the limbs of the earth bound trees. and to this end, some where meet you in your journey.
ReplyDeletehave a wonderful and fulfilling day today mi amiga
Such a treasure of love she is!
ReplyDeleteshe is magic...love the river water of her throat...and the trees in her eyes....you give her a nice magic touch there wild woman...smiles.
ReplyDeleteThis is my favourite of all your poems, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteLuv, K
This is so dreamy. I felt cuddled in her breast like her chicks, hoping she taches me to fly when she's no longer earth bound.
ReplyDeletelove how the sky lives in her brain and the forest in her eyes... what wonderful magic you weave... the being earth-bound yet still interwoven with the sky...
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful...It has a native american feel to it. We are meant to be in harmony with nature..This poem is full of the connection between human and wild things. Thank you for your input on my poem!!
ReplyDeleteOh Sherry - this is wonderful - love 'the forest lives in her eyes, green and golden,and full of talking trees.' and that photo! wow! we hear owls rarely, but at the shack, they were everywhere!
ReplyDeleteWow.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Sherry & I love the closing lines ~
ReplyDeleteIn her brain lives the spacious sky,
ReplyDeletedappled silver, shining...
I love your details in this poem, Sherry. Such a lovely description.
The progression and images leading up to that stunning closing stanza.. Yes that's how it should be for such a visitor to our earth-bound world.
ReplyDeleteSherry, beautifully done!
ReplyDeleteA beautifully drawn piece. Clearly, you are a woman who is "one with nature", Sherry.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteI like an owl that is earth-bound but also has her head in the sky. We definitely need both connections.
ReplyDelete"The forest lives in her eyes,"
ReplyDeleteHow do you come up with those incredible concepts time and time again?
Down her throat runs clear river water,
ReplyDeletelife-giving, replenishing.
The forest lives in her eyes,
green and golden,
and full of talking trees.
Oh my, Sherry. You've outdone yourself! This is magnificent!
How effectively you make us witness this scene and the mother owl's mind. A beautiful piece of writing.
ReplyDeleteYes Sherry - this one is as luminous as an owl's eye :)
ReplyDeletelove the image! and a very nice poem, somehow peaceful yet it reminds us of the sacrifice she gives to her chicks
ReplyDeleteThis is like a beautiful meditation. Can really feel it. You took me there in the sky, in the moment.
ReplyDeleteI love Owls no other bird has that enchantment and beauty that just captivates. I like this heart felt prayer. lovely ode.
ReplyDeleteDreamy Sherry!! i hope the owl woman gets to fly soon!! :)
ReplyDeleteLovely pictures of the 'owl woman'.
ReplyDelete"Her journeys are the flight-paths of the ancestors" - continuity. It plays a big part.
ReplyDeleteVery powerful, your close is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteWonderful! Praise well earned from everyone...
ReplyDeleteZQ
Oh wow, this is so beautiful! I could feel the earth, the sky, the water running through mother owl's veins. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteOwls are such beautiful fascinating creatures.They have the something of the soul of a cat in them.
ReplyDeleteSee, this is why your blogger handle is perfect. You are indeed connected to the sky and to all below. Your description of Mama Owl's eyes and the talking trees... aaah. Reading your poetry is like drinking an herbal tea with a bit of honey... earty, real. Bless you. Love the pic, will check the site! Love, Amy
ReplyDeleteLuv the components of your Owl Woman, she is gloriously mystical
ReplyDeleteHave a nice Sunday
Much love...
Her eyes - very familiar...but she is free, it's important, can fly and feel the earth simultaneously - I'd love to feel this as well....~ magical xx
ReplyDeleteAlways a lovely thing to dream of.
ReplyDeleteI love the nature imagery you use in your works. Always so beautiful and mesmerizing. I especially loved the ending here,
ReplyDelete"Owl Woman is earth-bound,
for a time,
but dreaming of
the sky."
Beautiful as always Sherry, loved the imagery your words create here....I wish the Owl woman's dream comes true soon and she flies this time with her chicks into the far away land... smiles.
ReplyDeletethe freedom of Nature!
ReplyDeleteEarth bound, but dreaming, yet still living in the present, fully engaged and giving. She is teaching us all.
ReplyDeleteYou are a brilliant writer, Sherry! I always look forward to what's coming next :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Sherry, am particularly fond of owls. Your words marry well to the image you chose,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
love this ~
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