Emily Carr

April 4, 2019 - the prompt was to chose the name of a painter as the title of the poem

Emily Carr

Big Raven stands on ancient lands.
The skies fly down to meet him and
vegetation curls round his pillar feet.

He watches as the village empties,
the children led away to schools far
from home where mother tongue’s

forbidden.  Forgotten are the early
days of the world, when Trickster
Raven transformed the earth—look—

how his black eyes shine with curious
knowledge and mischievous  intent!
But, even Raven could not save the

people of the village. Once messenger
between the realms of spirit world
and ours, now Raven stands transfixed

within the paintings he inhabits.  Are
portals reaching back through time her
calls? The times that Emily warned of? 

Her calls received too late, too late, to
call, too late to call, too late to caw, too
late to caw, to caw, to caw, caw, caw.