A triolet on the death of
The Mother has come to cover her bones
and Owl to call when the wind blows stars.
White fire, black blood, grey plague of stones;
flowers grow colors over her own.
Drums make a heart, peace makes a throne;
burn for her now and melt the scars.
Flowers will know to cover her bones.
Owl flies tonight to the wind-blown stars.
posted for earthweal's
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owl and moon by A.Perry
Process note: The owl is a potent symbol in many Native American cultures, including:
- "Ojibwe tribes, as well as their Aboriginal Canadian counterparts, used an owl as a symbol for both evil and death. In addition, they used owls as a symbol of very high..[spirituality in their spiritual]..leaders..
- Pawnee tribes viewed owls as the symbol of protection from any danger within their realms.
- Pueblo people associated owls with Skeleton Man, the god of death and spirit of fertility.
- Yakama tribes use an owl as a powerful totem, often to guide where and how forests and natural resources..[can be used]with management...." ~wikipedia
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