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Natchez

Sun hides behind gathering rain clouds,
the young warior and maiden paddle
silently, edging the bank. They move
behind honey suckle that hangs twined
to trees and overhang the river. Pain burns
Crows Song relentlessly, it is time for her to
give birth. The canoe strikes the rain soaked
shore as dirt slips into the water.  He carries
her ashore to conceal them.

Black Elk stands the canoe to a tree, covers it
to hide inside.  He places a blanket down
to warm and comfort her. Thighs gapped as
the newborn slides from her into the fathers
waiting hands.  They smile in these moments
of despair where French killed all that
could not escape the Grand Village.

Natchez warrior will take refuge in lands with
those who vow of peace for the English. He holds his
boy to the Sun God and whispers a prayer,
"Let the Cherokee name this child,
give him magic to stand tall
and let his word be his honor."

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  • individuality gold member
    March 23, 2008

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    even in times of madness where death is rampant in the lands there is new life being birthed to bring smiles to the heart - a good poem


  • LadyDementia gold member
    March 11, 2008
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    Sorry forgot the clappy guys...

  • LadyDementia gold member
    March 11, 2008

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    Congrats on the HM!

    What a beautiful story you have told. A mix of emotions within your words. I like the ending statement. An excellent piece, well deserved trophy


  • Room without doors gold member
    March 9, 2008

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    Outstanding

    A well-deserved trophy for a poem that embraces the Native American Indians with a combination of sadness at their loss and joy at the birth of their chld. I thought this was captivating and I liked how you ended the poem with a spiritual conclusion. A well-written, perceptive poem.


  • Sandygram
    March 7, 2008

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    Hello chiefmac, What a wonderful poem you have penned about the plight of the Native American. Your story was so heartfelt and written with such emotion. I am in a Native American group on allpoetry. even though I and Irish and English. I am learning so much about their culture and habits and Spiritual beliefs

    Niaish, (Thank You) for sharing.
    Sandy

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