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VxPoem ID: 2310
Category:
myth_legend
Posted: February 27th. 2004 9:21:22 AM
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Creation of Stars
by Tree Higgins
Age Group: Adult
In ancient times, in dark night
a tree spirit did emerge
from her barked sleep
and stood beneath her
beloved oak. She gazed
at all the grove and at
black empty sky above.
“Ah, my Creator, ” said she
"If only a little light were
had, I would dance such
a movement for you!”
A sigh she let as upon a
boulder she reclined gazing
all about her. She pondered
things quite unlike her kind.
A breeze did stir and from the
inky black emerged an Elder
she had never seen. Bent over
nigh in half, grasping a
corded staff, she came slowly
up to Spirit. “Me thought
I heard a weeping cry, ” she
said in a voice crackling and dry.
“Me thought I heard someone’s
unhappy song though why one
would weep in this glade so
grand?” Tree Spirit gazed
long upon the Old One, not
reading a thing from her,
feeling as if she was staring
into oceans deeper than
suns. “I weep not” said Spirit.
“But ask for a little light
that my sisters and I might
dance to honor our Glade and
its Creator.” Again, Spirit sighed.
“A small thing to ask of your Creator,
‘tis true, ” muttered the Old One
then said to Spirit “Will
you each give me a lock
of your lovely hair? I am
old and rough but
treasure the touch of
such soft fine things.”
Spirit looked at her
in wonder for no one
asked such gifts from her
kind. Swiftly she went off
to her other sisters and,
in a huddle, they debated
what this being was. Finally, they
could only conclude that
she was, indeed, Ancient
and, being an Elder,
deserved this small thing.
Each sister gave a small
lock. All the locks were
set in a basket woven of
Oak leaves and branches.
With reverence did Tree
Spirit bring the basket to
the Elder who stood looking
up at black sky. With
uncharacteristic timidness,
Spirit handed the basket
into Elder’s shaking
hands. Elder’s smile grew
broad and, with laughing
glee, she flung the basket
high into night sky.
Spirit looked on first
in anger then in awe for
far did the locks fly, parting
all the hairs. Where they
stopped a single light
appeared, sparkling and
small like gems beneath
running water. Soon their
light reached the forest floor
and bounded off the Glade
giving it illumination as it
went. The sisters of the glade
all emerged and with wonder
turned to the Elder. She was
not there but from the still
spreading lights in the sky
cane Her Voice no longer
quaking or weak. She said
“Dance, my daughters, dance!
Let your joy touch all!”
Author's Notes: Wrote this late one night lying the forest watching the summer sky! All rights to this poem is reserved by author. This is another poem from "A PAgan Heart" chapbook, Yarrow Press.
Author's Location: Greenbrier Valley, West Virginia
More Poems: Tree Higgins has posted 4 additional poems- View them?
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