In the silence of her warrior heart,
She is brave.
The tom tom sounds and she must stand.
Against those who are more fierce and
threaten to strip her world apart.
Hair as black as a raven's wing,
Eyes the color of midnight coal.
She holds her spine ram rod straight.
The words pour forth from ruby lips
for she will continue to sing.
Waiting for her husband to return
from the fight.
One can not sense her fear in the
camp fire light!
The beauty of her heritage lies
against her copper skin.
She waits for her warrior to return
and take her in to his strong arms
again.
She anxiously awaits for him to
press her slender body to his own.
For beneath her gown lies the secret
that has been lying in wait.
They will soon need a papoose to
carry their babe to be born.
A child between them to bond their
earthly fate!
Author notes
Having Native American Heritage I particularly enjoyed prompt 1 to draw from. I hope I did it and my relatives justice!
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Comments
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how sweet
this poem took to me to some thousand years back when there were tribes and fighting between them(though i am not sure if thats wat was on your mind when you wrote it). But a great piece of poetry.. really amazing work.. i love poems about warriors and damsels.. thanks for this wonderful work
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Yes, in my head I saw her Warrior in battle and unaware of the impending birth of their first child. Thank you for your wonderful perspective on this piece!
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