
With her forked stick
she walks the surface of the drought.
She walks the future of his farm
calling water to sing through the twig
wherever it may be.
She looks for The Dog stars
in the sky
waiting patiently at the twin’s table
Cosmic dogs with dry throats sing,
‘the land will once again
have need of boats.’
She throws her forked stick
into the expanse of sky, whispers
‘Little Dog and Dog star hunt for water
Give us rain.’
But for now she must find the underground stores
to tide them over until that rain is found.
The Great Dog rises before dawn
at the end of summer.
Now hunting
of the rains can end.
All will feast on her tears
soaking into earth
giving seeds birth to saplings
and a land without drought.
(c) June Perkins
(Not a found poem today, just an imaginative exploration of a Diviner Character – will need to do some more research.)
Reblogged this on Pearlz Dreaming and commented:
The Sky Water series continues – now up to poem 3. May you have a happy holidays!
Lovely June.
Thankyou Carol.
June, This poem resonates for me. My great grand father was said to be a water witch. I don’t know if that is true but I like to think so.
Glad to know that. I am really enjoying creative narrative character poems, which often begin to feel like novels.