Moon Dog 1973
La Loba,
in your dark cave,
in your dark cave,
under the full moon,
sing.
Sing as you gather the bones
of my brothers, my sisters.
Sing as you lay them down
on the ground.
Place them end to end,
tenderly, carefully,
piece by piece,
until they are whole.
Then breathe life into them
and watch them leap up,
joyous-eyed, tails arcing,
teeth snapping and smiling
around the fire.
Sing,
as they take my heart with them
and run away,
beautiful, laughing and free,
into the welcoming
midnight forest.
La Loba, sing!
A poem from 2013, shared with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United, great reading every Sunday morning.
Gorgeous! I felt myself leaping inside as I read this.
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ReplyDeleteuntil they are whole.
Then breathe life into them
and watch them leap up,
Great imagery here Sherry! There has to be a finality, that's right!
Hank
What a wonder-world, this is! Beautiful Sherry.
ReplyDeleteThis is sad,Sherry; but it has hope in it as well!
ReplyDeleteI love how you manage to make the raising from death can be done with such sweetness
ReplyDeletewow very gentle and uplifting to breathe life into the bones Beautiful Wouldn't that be wonderful
ReplyDeleteThis is terrific Sherry.. how atmospheric..!
ReplyDeleteYour canine poetry is very touching and so meaningful as their world collapses around them (and us). Sadly we no longer believe in the balance of nature so we carelessly eliminate species that do important jobs. Humans are such fools.
ReplyDeleteYou always fill your poetry with soul, Sherry, and this is no exception with it's flowing narrative from dark cave to midnight forest.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely gorgeous, Sherry!💞
ReplyDeletea resurrection poem of great force Sherry
ReplyDeleteI think the Singer will not be silenced!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely song!! This reminds me of the man who with his guiatar, sang to my Mom in her final days.
ReplyDeleteAnother great write Sherry, super.
ReplyDeleteMay the song be there forever........
ReplyDeleteI want to run outside and howl a song of spirited life after death. This is beautiful. Grace-filled wild.
ReplyDeleteYou write so eloquently of wild things, Sherry. A beautiful write!
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous writing Sherry! What a gift this morning!
ReplyDeleteWritten in a joyous folk tale mood Sherry. I really enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my Sunday Standard today
Much💖love
An eerie poem filled with hope and resurrection...beautiful!
ReplyDeleteStunning! Brilliant! The act of breathing life into bones - is so impactful ... poignant - and yet - such buoyant joy flows from this passage. This is a really fantastic piece of writing, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteSherry, another wonderful poem, I can imagine the bones in place waiting for resurrection in a new form.
ReplyDeleteThat's a nice poem and story: has a Halloween element to it. In case you celebrate Halloween, Happy Halloween Sherry!
ReplyDeleteSing, sing...beautiful Sherry ~
ReplyDeleteAh oooooooooooooooooooo
ReplyDeleteThis was my primal response:)
Soulful and beautiful work here.
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