totem spirits rise

by Indira Sinton

                         

stark, striking -

timber

spikes

 

flashes of opaque black and white

- crimson red and soft turquoise

 

totem spirits rise

on a canvas

of

cathedral skies

and bright sunlight -

glassy streams

and grass

 

and also great dark conifers

which stand protecting

 

it’s like a painting i saw once - but now i’m in no gallery

 

i’m in this scene

this visual cascade

 

of

hats

beaks

glaring eyes

 

amphibian arms and legs

 

i can touch a raven’s wing -

the ecstasy of flight

 

or press my face to a bear’s broad cheek -

(and hear a whispered roar)

 

i can behold

myth

       
legend such great legend

so adeptly carved to wood

and then adorned

with

nature’s ink

 

not by my hand

not with my ink

 

for i don’t claim to understand

or explain

 these stories

 these family crests or deaths

 

yet i’m drawn forward - i’m gripped tight

 

what will happen if i remain

and what if i walk away

 
 
Copyright ©2006 Indira Sinton