in the gourd,
Irish in Deutsch-Celt accord,
bringing herself ritual offering,
brushing feathers across her open lips,
grinding cornmeal under her rhythmic hips,
rekindling ancestral fires, her native heritage,
genuine, leaving it deep in anticipated impression,
singing inside her wide expression, the song coming
from also a half-breed Cherokee woman who's been
inside her, giving her headdress, the sensual lure,
a stirring performance, shaking, long plumes come loose, breathless whisper looms,
Half-breed, Cherokee in the gourd,
in the midnight hour, all she can afford,
she opens the bundle and hands the sacred
object to her,
beautiful, prominent, regular features, clear
complexion, long silken blond-black hair,
hazel-blue eyes, they play the fire hot and damn dare,
Cherokee calendar marked with initial cries.
Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman
Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties
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|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|It's a very sensual poem! Great!|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a sprighty quest of cultural duplicity, powered by desire, thrust, apiration and ascension into a wise order of reality ...|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|To blend knowledge is to live :-) Great write.|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Beautifully sensual, delightful poetry!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Just bin thinkin about eroticism and mutability, and your visual enhances the animal melding that is released when two bodies and souls ignite, transcending all physical and emotional barriers. There is so much beauty in the flame of this melting pot, Sage. Keep cookin, keep stirrin and blessed be blessed be blessed be blessed be...!! Love this. TY Kate xx|
|Reviewed by Jane Rodway
|This made us feel like we were there, what wonderful descriptions, you really hit the flow on this one, Sage!|
|Reviewed by Paul Williams
|A superb blend of cultures and enchanting visual effects produced here Sage. Excellent pen and awesome graphic too.
|Reviewed by Ken Colonsay
|I've always loved the dylan line, 'a full-blooded Cherokee, he predicted it to me, the time and the place that we'd part,'
and your poem stirs something, too, in this Indian soul.
You shoulda been a temple priestess in an acient time, Sage,
for you burn, burn, burn.... and not just the incense, babe!
|Reviewed by Chrissy McVay
|Wonderful! Love the liquid tranquility portrayed in the photo too.|
|Reviewed by Blue Sleighty
|Completely bare and completely honest.
I can't tell you how I feel about this poem. Not HERE anyway.
All of my love for you, my SAGE. It's peachy, baby.
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
You transcend the religious and cultural barriers in this amazing and mesmerizing composition..
You will always be a star, because you believe in yourself and the Goddess with firm and unwavering conviction !
God bless you Sage
You are apprecited by this man !
Love and Blessings
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I'm left dizzy with this, Sage. My father was/is a breton (from Britanny, France, where I was conceived) who was a prisoner in Germany in World War Two. He always taught me to love everyone. Somehow, your offering really connects here. Thank you. Love and peace to you,