Monday, December 26, 2016

Cornelia Crow Mother

Cornelia Crow Mother
© Surazeus
2016 12 26

Longing for the light of their dreaming eyes,
Cornelia sits among shiny green leaves
at the top of the apple tree of truth
to count stars that disappear behind clouds,
and names them for each person she once knew,
when the moon asks the crow why people cry.

Reaching her hand to the shining moon,
Cornelia feels her hair grow into Earth
like roots of apple trees on rolling hills,
and whistles secret code hidden in seeds
so the crow of her heart lands on her hand
when the moon asks the crow why people laugh.

Gazing into the infinite black eyes
of the crow who flutters wings in soft wind,
Cornelia kisses his long beak with faith
though soft faces of everyone she loves
turned to stone at the crack of blazing war
when the moon asks the crow why people die.

Whispering beams of light that flash in her tears,
Cornelia remembers how Sucellus smiled
when she gave him basket of apples ripe
as sunset gleaming on the cheeks of hills,
and they kissed like rain drenching fertile vales
when the moon asks the crow why people love.

Embracing her breast under silver moon,
Cornelia feels again caressing hands
when Sucellus sprouted tall tree of life
that reaches nine branches toward shining sky
and tended green buds of apples that bloom
when the moon asks the crow why people sing.

Caressing her belly that swells with child,
Cornelia whispers, "If you are a boy
I will name you Cornelius, Laughing Crow,
so you will always laugh and sing with joy
though sorrow of death strikes deep in your heart,"
when the moon asks the crow why people smile.

Leaping from the top of the apple tree,
Cornelia spreads black wings to dance on wind
and soars above the frail sphere of our world
that shimmers like cracked glass in gold moonlight
while breathing deep the spirit of lost love
when the moon asks the crow why people fly.

Folding her wings inside tattered white gown,
Cornelia kneels on the stone pyramid
where Sucellus taught her to cook and sing,
and caresses the gold ring of emeralds
which gleam green as his laughing eyes at dawn
when the moon asks the crow why people sigh.

Clutching black branches of the apple tree,
Cornelia howls in the moonlight and rain
till wailing child slides out into her arms,
so she suckles little boy at full breast
that flows with milk from the heart of the sea
when the moon asks the crow why people are born.

Holding his hand as they stroll in the grove,
Cornelia points her hand at everything
and teaches him their secret spirit names,
then together they climb the apple tree
and laugh as they pluck and eat its ripe fruit
when the moon asks the crow why people play.

Gazing in the sparkling pool of his eyes,
Cornelia sits among shiny green leaves
at the top of the apple tree of truth
and tells Cornelius how every bright star
is the soul of someone who lived on Earth
when the moon asks the crow why people search.

Reaching her hand to the shining moon,
Cornelia sings the history of the world
and Cornelius claps his hands with delight
when the crow of the moon lands on her hand
and tells him the secret of life and death
when the moon asks the crow why people live.





"The Moon Asked The Crow" by Christian Schloe
https://www.facebook.com/ChristianSchloeDigitalArt/photos/a.426541304159525.1073741828.159152167565108/468591163287872

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