Clay,  Earth,  poem

Falling to earth


Inspired by the Sky Woman of Iroquois creation stories

Down from the Sky she fell.

With new life in her belly, seeds in her hands.

Alone she fell, alone and afraid.


The tree had been uprooted,

the hole to the world below exposed.


Alone she fell,

alone but for the seeds of new life she carried

in her belly and in her hands.


In fear she fell,

reaching back to her familiar home,

she fell.


Sending her voice upwards in pain

her cries were drowned by the wind,

she fell.


Holding her belly, clutching her seeds,

she looked down,

breathed the sea air, felt the rising sun on her face,

saw the preparations for her landing.

Home, home again.



The Creation of Turtle Island




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