Catastrophe
Cerulean has softened
into a sapphire sky
as bridge between earth and moon
bows low.
Children cling with reverent hands
to ancestral spirits
while black cottonwoods' feathery catkins
tremble, their sacred roots dug deep
into riverbank's sides.
Crickets silence their song
and adults with trembling voice
question "Mortals or Gods?"
as Luna escorts her Imperial Majesties,
glass-faced and proud,
before Earth's indigenous,
crowned and uncrowned now equal,
one small step, repaid.
by Margaret Bednar, January 13, 2023
Playing along with "Shay's Word Garden - Word List - Alicia Suskin Ostriker". I used six of the 20 words: Catastrophe, Cerulean, Cottonwoods, Cricket, Feathery, Glassy (Glass)
Also linked with "Poets and Storytellers United - Friday Writings #59"
Native Americans revered the black cottonwood tree. In some areas they are found along coastal river bottom lands. The trees were considered symbols of the sun, the birthplace of the stars, or the bridge between earth and sky. Its roots were used for carving kachina dolls, masks, and other ceremonial objects. A kachina is an ancestral spirit (there are more than 500) and they act as intermediaries between humans and the gods.
Luna is latin for moon.
The images are of New Orleans Mardi Gras costumes! If this is what I would see instead of a ton of drunks with bad beads and tits and ass - I would be there! But I've heard too many horror stories. Funny enough, my father-in-law loved it (God rest his soul).
11 comments:
There is a cottonwood tree behind my across the street neighbor's house, and it produces so much fuzz that it looks as if it had snowed in my yard, at the height of it. Mostly we call it the %$#@ cottonwood, so it is refreshing to learn about this very different attitude towards the tree.
I love your little Mardi Gras figures!
We have cleaner Mardi Gras in Galveston (TX). For years I took our Business Club for the Houda's crew parade. It was always the week before, Mardi Gras goes on there for two weeks plus. And I was the sponsor of the club, Phi Beta Lambda, a national college business club. I stopped the process of going when they moved up to Houston and entered the Houda group there for the Budweiser Parade. I'm sure the regents wouldn't have liked that, I didn't either.
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I enjoyed both poem and fascinating back story, and also your wonderful collage.
Thanks for such a beautiful poem and interesting background read!
That is so interesting about cottonwood trees. In my area, the cedar is revered, for carving canoes and totem poles, and the bark is used for baskets and hats. I especially love "one small step, repaid." Heaven knows there is a lot to be repaid to indigenous people.
What an enchanting stage you've set!
Beautiful poem and now am off to google and see what this tree looks like!
This is a beautiful poem, Margaret, with all the elemental feels, and I also loved reading more about the significance of the cottonwood tree. so thank you for sharing that :-)
Lovely depiction of the "bridge" and the mediator ancestral spirit.
"Crickets silence their song
and adults with trembling voice
question "Mortals or Gods?""
good question, and love all the sounds in this. enjoyed the read!
Love the poem and the collage. Appreciate the sharing of background information.
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