Black and controlled in the corner
eyes piercing the arc of reason
talons out twitching
staring emphatically back
into my own terrified corner
she continued to stare past me now
at something I could not see
She rose into morning sky
tinted with the dawn of day
flew past the electric imagination
fear of a silent pocket where
talons retreated into sheaths
eyes glassed over with glory
The Chief stood majestically
as dancers pounded in the pow wow
invoking Black Eagle to return
to its sublime nesting. Magnificent
mighty omen shared a dream
I never expected.
Still the visit binding brilliant memories
of what it all means
to be part of a strange magnetic
spectacle haunts my day
with wonder!
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© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The title "Black Eagle Dream" belongs to me.