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A SOJOURN WITH DEADLY SWANS by Lonna Blodgett

there is no firein the lavender skies of Februaryit is as if all that existswith warmth, light and desirehas fled to the future it is here that the white swans muse and ponderslowly stirring in hapless meanderingsthrough a stoic sluggish pondit is herethat I find myself coming to belong nestled in the cold casket of a wind-still winterwhere spring does not reveal its flowery facefor the air is soiled, stagnant and sourwhere gray gives my soul a vapid and sullen vacuity the canvas imbues a mossy greento the artist’s stroke of incessant grayits somber drizzling mistskeep falling on my weary palllingering here I have imprisoned hopesomewhere in the dire fog this catatonia speaks tones of wretched gloom that paralyze with foreboding dullness exhuming imparting ghosts that loom and beckonto follow with unfeeling discovery I tread bent and worn in this stagnant wastelandseeking a sojourn with deathly swansascribing to a touchstone of insensible beautyenvisioned through a joyless malaise I am empirically lost in the deathlike shroudmasked in the nakedness of my thoughtsdrawn to a rampart of impenetrable apathyhiding myselfin the miasma of passionless pain

THE LAST WINTER OF THE GHOST ROAD by Lonna Blodget

The death winter came and was deepWith white on the purple mountainThe Tiwahe’, the Standing Rock PeopleBegged for warm fires from Iktinie the Sun SpiritOur mouths were hungry and bodies were weak  Iya’ the Snow Monster had taken us farther to the southTo follow Capa the Beaver SpiritA long journey into early winter’s nightFor there was much labor to keep warm in our Thipi’Our mouths were hungry and bodies were weak  When Iwoblu the Winter Storm whispered his cold storyTo the Aicita, the Ghost MessengerShe tricked Mathohota the Grizzly Spirit with her wailingTo haunt the sky with growling windsOur mouths were hungry and bodies were weak  The Wahupakoza escaped on icy feathersStirring the winds with their flight of fearsAnd within the SunOthi’ earth dens, the wolves Sungmanitu’Howled with their starvationOur mouths were hungry and bodies were weak  The stone figured buffalo, Wankan Tanka’s, blood was cursedWith ice and their coats were bitten with HeyumkaMothers were caged in the hard frost, while their calves fell and diedOur mouths were hungry and bodies were weak  Gleska Wowayazan, the spotted sickness, harvested our soulsWe were prisoners of Wichat A’ the sickness that takes allOur boldest warriors, Zuya Whichsa’ were taken from usTo follow the Wanagi’, the spirits of departed human beingsFar to the Milky Way to stand before Hihankara’ the judge of soulsOur mouths were hungry and bodies were weak  We mourned and chanted for the loss of our children Wasigla’!And… Read More “THE LAST WINTER OF THE GHOST ROAD by Lonna Blodget”