Tenuous Sinew

Tenuous Sinew short poem

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The shadow crawls across the room and slips behind the door
I sit and light a fire in the middle of the floor
The fire burns brightly but I want more
Smoke fills the room and an apparition of golden eagles soar
I chant unknown words as if heard once before
I am in a trance and the darkness comes and shakes my body wanting my soul to the core
I open my hands like a book and my soul is a light blue ball of energy protecting me as embers die blackened wore
I am in the middle of a forest the hunter who has to kill for food for his squaw
I hunt as I am hunted for we are born to eat or die in this world but the hunt is all a prelude to war.

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Peter Kiggin

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Ah Peter another great. Yes I can imagine the shadow myself as it slinks flattened to ceiling then floor and hopefully out the door. I understood all and loved but please explain last two lines I am mystified.?