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This poem is a retelling of a Northwestern Raven Creation Story, it is told from a female Raven's point of view. I hope you like it :)
Raven Girl
Wings unfurled
I stand at the ready
waiting to see the sun.
I cannot hear or feel
the wind caress my face
as the adrenaline rushes
under my skin.
Looking past the precipice
to the void within.
We Raven spirits dance light
through the air but our
descent is never sure...
Of its end.
I dive, with wind kissed face
and wing extended, diving into space.
Suddenly with a jerking strain
my wings commence their climb;
but mind and soul are lost
amid the celestial bodies
dotting the sky.
My heart clamors to hear
your voice, the strain continues
to press against my brain
as I fly past the Solar orb
and release the world
from the basket you weaved.
The World is born
and I am alone,
the voice guiding me
no longer calls.
I cry and the oceans form...
Will he answer? My lost love?
Or will this place be mine...
Alone...
To keep?
© JLM
Raven Girl
Wings unfurled
I stand at the ready
waiting to see the sun.
I cannot hear or feel
the wind caress my face
as the adrenaline rushes
under my skin.
Looking past the precipice
to the void within.
We Raven spirits dance light
through the air but our
descent is never sure...
Of its end.
I dive, with wind kissed face
and wing extended, diving into space.
Suddenly with a jerking strain
my wings commence their climb;
but mind and soul are lost
amid the celestial bodies
dotting the sky.
My heart clamors to hear
your voice, the strain continues
to press against my brain
as I fly past the Solar orb
and release the world
from the basket you weaved.
The World is born
and I am alone,
the voice guiding me
no longer calls.
I cry and the oceans form...
Will he answer? My lost love?
Or will this place be mine...
Alone...
To keep?
© JLM
