Monthly Archives: February 2012
"Braid" ©. 2012 J. Noade
Photo © 2011 Yayoi Nagaoka
I get
it you
wish to only meet
at the edge
of a dream (it will
never be tested no one
will lose) but
another season is
bursting with sex
soon the flowers
will un
furl
their
long fingers
of charm
sweet
nectar
for birds,
bees, and
boys the
cycle
spins
again yet
my own
small
circle
is coming
to a close
inside
this
temporal
tempest
is perpetual
autumn
if you
pluck
me now
you may smell
only the
faintest sweetest
dirtiest note
of Death
© 2012 J. Noade
I was in a place I don’t know. A small town. On the step of a campus at some university. A woman had to make a decision to leave or stay, but could not. I looked up in a tree and there were many crows and one raven sitting in the middle of them. He was much bigger than them–more so than in waking life–and I told her “look! it means you must …[stay or go, I can't recall].”
“This is it. It’s the end of the world,” I said to her.
“Only then will Crow sit with Raven, quietly and peacefully like that. The time has come. You have to do what you truly desire. There will not be another chance.”
Just then Raven jumped down from the tree. A few crows followed noiselessly, and we humans jumped up too, to see what would happen next. Raven began to hop about and up a path. He looked to be dancing and I wanted to join him.
Suddenly there were several graduating West Coast aboriginal people there in black graduation gowns, some with caps, and they began to follow Raven in his dance. They began their own Raven dance. I was so happy and I wanted to join them as well. I ran with excitement, but was unsure of the moves to the dance or whether it would be appropriate to join in. Still, my body knew the movements to some kind of Raven dance. I could feel it pulsing through me, wanting expression. Then as I watched, I could anticipate each dancer’s move. I thought it would be okay to dance as it came through me, but in the end I did not out of respect for the Raven clan dancers.
Then a lone man began to sing a Raven song. It had an Irish melody just like this, (for notes on this song please see this site). After this, Raven got caught in a big empty cauldron and someone spun him around by the foot until he was either dead or stunned. They held him up victorious for all to see. He was so big! I felt very sad for him and wondered why he must be sacrificed.
02/20/12
One day, one day
when the world is tiny
I shall see you in the
curve of a sea shell
be that as it may
you will stay shiny
spit-licked, prism-tripped
worlds away, I’ll be
(I will make you tea and crab crumble
sun will boil the water and it will taste briny)
will you remember our life on the outside?
will you recall that time we took a ferry ride?
will you see me with the eyes of a sea thing?
or look at me with memories of
the Faerie King?
‘course we’ll sing fisher songs
‘course we’ll find danger
‘course we’ll comb the walls for jewels
in our wee shell chamber
yes! we’ll sing “fiddle dee dee”
and “yo ho ho and a bottle-a” too
I’ll place my ear upon the wall
but I’ll hear only you
© 2009 J. Noade
