Tunica Treasure, indeed!

Pop culture helps relatives learn our nearly lost language:

http://tunicarebirth.tumblr.com/

and I've got my makhina ring on today too ;)

And a new poem inspired by my makhina ring, made by Kenneth Johnson, Creek/Seminole silversmith extraordinaire

Backyard Astronomy

The light rises

In preparation for

High noon.

Here, it is called

The sun at her highest point

In the sky,

The brightest moment

Of a day’s life.

It was here

That the sun

Waited to return home,

For her daughter awaited her.

Something else waited

Instead.

Copperhead,

Steel eyes gleaming.

Diamondback ,

Trail points to the setting

Of the daylight’s only star.

From the passing

Of light it took

For the Sun to

Journey home.

Redbird was gone.

Her soul in a thrush and thrall

And her eyes no

Longer on the sky

It was an easy death.

Redbird moved

Across the world

To the Ghost Country,

Played for shine,

For luck,

For love,

For grace.

She could

No longer see

The sky

That traced

Her ascendance

Back to where

Her heart began.

Stars,

So many stars,

So much longing

And so far away,

A tiny pinpoint

Light of seldom

Rarity

Rushing from the dark

Blanket of night sky,

Which one,

She sighs,

Is home?

© 2012 Carolyn Dunn