War and History Poetry posted May 23, 2009 |
Contest -- Free Verse Ode
Woven in Wool
by skye
Ode Poetry Contest Winner
Can you tell me what dreams are in the deftly woven weft and warp of pattern in wool. Tightly bound rows resonate, shades of gray, red, indigo; colors gathered from meager desert resources glow vibrantly, pulsing with life. Were you a shroud to cover a mighty chief, a bridal bed, or thrown across a galloping pony to fly with the wind. What memories were woven during interminable hours with spindle, shuttle, loom; heroic tales retold by elders chanting around flickering night flames. Can you recall the ancient stories of warriors stalking noiselessly through pine and cedar forests, muscles screaming from immobility as the stag grazes, too late sensing the shaft of death, sustenance for winter nights when wolves howl. Do you tell of long marches, tattered moccasins, belly contracting with uncontrollable hunger. Or of stoic faces burying their dead in an unforgiving land, wrapped in the muted hues of patterns singing of another life, another time. Do you whisper of blood-red dawns -- no breath of wind to stir dust-caked leaves, heat broiling out of adobe walls. Or of the black ice dusk with only this fragment of cloth between the frozen night and eternal sleep. Do you speak of the rhythm of drums, the shuffle of leather-clad feet, mournful songs rising like liquid into night skies -- resonating from cliff to cliff, then evaporating, like the dreams of forgotten ancestors. |
Writing Prompt Write an Ode poem. It is a poem praising a person, place or thing. |
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