Someone here spoke of Amerindians
as having the true touch of the Spirit of the Earth.
consider ...
errie errie
(sonnet down under)
I wonder if they sense that I can never share
Pagan beliefs of Dreamlife and waratah bush,
Or fantasy of the lyrebird and brlga stare.
Yet I heard the lidgi-liji in evening hush.
"Cooma el ngruwar, ngruwar el cooma."
Chant loud, "illa booka mer ley errie errie."
White blotch aboriginals weave a mantra
Of medieval steps and heart rending cry.
The naked feet provide the only instrument,
Drumming resonance from the hardened earth.
Sometimes slow and pulsed like a child's heartbeat.
Often excited like magpies in mourning death.
You will find God here when the green ant flies.
Sing 'one is all, all is one, the soul never dies!'
Cherita Fitzgerald is the Muse of Participatory Poetry Plaiting, Collaborated Combined Compositions, Merged Melded Meter, Liaisons of Linked Lyrics and Wedded Woven Words. Here poets come together to participate in cooperatively braiding various poetic forms, working together to create layered verse and compose reflective poetry. “A golden braid of mind, soul and spirit, endlessly folding back upon itself to reflect new images of poet and EveryLight.” (faucon of Sakin'el)
1 comment:
The Australian Aborginals do indeed have the true touch of the Spirit of the Earth. Their naked feet drum out a song that reverberates through the reddened songlines and their souls linger in the sacred places.
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