The Legend of the Lone Wolf

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In the beginning of all things there was only the lone wolf, having been made by the moon and the sun.

He carried our world gently between his teeth, yet there were earthquakes and storms as he wandered our galaxy, running through stars.

He let our world go, setting us in place. And when the Earth settled he  made humans from sticks and some mud.

At first the lone wolf was happy with humans, seeing us playing, enjoying the Earth,

but he saw our hearts turn to darkness some of us ripping the Earth and hurting each other.

He was sorry that he made humans.

He ran away lamenting, howling even.

To this day, if you listen closely

you can even hear him…..

in the wind.

 

Note: Influenced by Native American/First Nations stories

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Living the Story

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In the shadows of forest, of flickering light through the canopy above, so many stories are born and run their course,

run through my veins where swordkeepers dwell, speaking of wisdom and peace, with kings and queens worthy,

and still others tell of the Spirit Bow speaking, or the Sacred Javelin lost, and then found. How light is bent

or of buckskin and the tribes restored within their spirits coming back and bison running free, as the river……

A writer alone

in the forest…..

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Ghosts Often Keep Silent

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In the mist, in the density of fog, ghosts often keep silent

taking away even the joy

of birds chirping

preferring a silent forest,

yet keeping their presence

their shadows as they

blip

in and out, waiting

saving the scare

for tourists with too much cologne

and clean,

expensive tennis shoes.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies