Tinker Posted November 26, 2019 Share Posted November 26, 2019 Tepkunset, She Who Walks in Moonlight Time was, only the people hunted here, every blade of grass had meaning. Prayer was a walk in the moonlight, kindness was given to the earth, until the big canoes came from across the waters. Noise from their fire sticks brought thunder to our land, sadness sat with the fever they spread. Elders made powwow to stop the threat, tokens were exchanged and treaties made. Spring blossomed in the earth’s way hope opened its heart, eager to marry new ways with the old ones. Wistful and curious, her watchful eyes blinded, a young girl obscured herself in the night. Waiting to steal into their camp and see the future for herself, longing replaced wisdom keen to touch shining trinkets and pots of metal. Instead of the sparkle of sunlight, nocturnal shadows played before her. Moonlight shone off her midnight hair, only the hoot of an owl nearby, could be heard. Listening with her spirit, instinct born of time, with grace, caution returned. She happened upon a broken war lance, turned and walked home led by the moon. ~~Judi Van Gorder Acrostic Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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