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Genesis
This was the separation between dark and light.
In the beginning there was just a blinding field
A blinding beauty there, in the beginning days.
In the beginning there was nothing but the snow.
In the beginning there was just a blinding field.
No one dared to cross the field, an endless waste.
In the beginning there was nothing but the snow.
The snow fell endlessly. It covered everything.
No one dared to cross the field, an endless waste.
There were no people then. There were no animals.
The snow fell endlessly. It covered everything.
There was no sound aside from the unending wind.
There were no people then. There were no animals.
One day the snow began to gather to itself.
There was no sound aside from the unending wind.
The wind herded the snow into a monstrous mound.
One day the snow began to gather to itself.
The earth exposed and bare beside the drifted snow.
The wind herded the snow into a monstrous mound.
The wind herded the sky-white into billowed clouds.
The earth exposed and bare beside the drifted snow.
The earth stood willing then to take the wind-blown seed.
The wind herded the sky-white into billowed clouds.
The sun shone all at once upon the waiting earth.
The earth stood willing then to take the wind-blown seed.
Great branches grew as antlers through the mounded snow.
The sun shone all at once upon the waiting earth.
Bright sunlight then reflected in the snow, like eyes.
Great branches grew as antlers through the mounded snow.
The snow grew hair, grew fur, it shivered in the cold.
Bright sunlight then reflected in the snow, like eyes.
Eyes blinked themselves open and gazed out on the earth.
The snow grew hair, grew fur, it shivered in the cold.
A great tremble arose along a new-grown spine.
Eyes blinked themselves open and gazed out on the world.
A ringing exhalation, and the snow stood up.
A great tremble arose along a new-grown spine
And all the new-grown forest shook along with it.
A ringing exhalation, and the snow stood up.
The White Moose sang her way into the dawning world.
And all the new grown forest shook along with it.
“I call you, in the name of my white mother, Snow.”
The White Moose sang her way into the dawning world.
“I call you, in the name of my brown father, Earth.”
“I call you, in the name of my white mother, Snow,
All animals in white I summon to the land.
I call you, in the name of my brown father, Earth.
I summon to the land all animals in dun.
“All animals in white I summon to the land,
the ermine and the winter hare, the owl and wolf;
I summon to the land all animals in dun,
Beaver and bear, the deer and elk, the porcupine.”
The ermine and the winter hare, the owl and wolf
The White Moose in her shattering voice she summoned them.
Beaver and bear, the deer and elk, the porcupine
The White Moose called them here, her voice a thunderclap.
The White Moose in her shattering voice she summoned them.
The animals gave thanks, and walked into the woods.
The White Moose called them here, her voice a thunderclap.
She watched them walk into the woods, her heart well-pleased.
The animals gave thanks, and walked into the woods.
A blinding beauty, there in the beginning days.
She watched them walk into the woods, her heart well-pleased.
This was the separation between dark and light.
Posted by: Chris Clarke
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A pantoum white moose creation myth! Wooooo!
By: By Theriomorph on 2008 04 09
I’m generally too impatient for poetry, but this one kept me spellbound.
Thanks, Chris
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By: By sravana on 2008 04 09
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