Why have I never showcased my own creative writing in my blog? It seems strange to have an open space dedicated to writing and expression and to remain in hiding. So here is a poem that won Honourable Mention in The Ontario Poetry Society’s contest in 2008.
the north land in the summertime
rising glacial rock
like a passageway through time
the ping-scent of pine and cedar
trees lending their needles
cushioning journeys on the land
the aching cry of the loon
haunting reminder of simpler times
I long for simplicity.
the vast expanse of sky
ever-changing portal to mysteries
rhythmically caressing water
cradled in the Ancient Ones’ hands
leading us Home
the hungry love made on the belly of the Mother
The absence leaves an echo in my heart.
I am longing.