“Wolf Song” by Vida Vierra

Fresh prints appear on the snows of my remembering

The erupting silence awakens me from hibernation.

I rise to track you through the Milky Way only to tumble back to earth-

You shape shift in the darkness

My pounding heart chases after you into the shadows

Ancestors could call on you once upon a memory. They knew your songs.

This wayward daughter has forgotten the old ways, instincts dulled by abuse

Your golden gaze quiets the breath of this lonely hunter.

Your Sister Moon descends; her light fills my empty belly.

I surrender my arrows, confess my broken vows

I weep my relief into your midnight fur.

You force me to the highest ground, we enter the Spirit Dance

Alive

Vida Vierra

Print by Ian Sexton – © 2007

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“The Tormentor” by Angela Cohen

My tormentor has bound me to invisible chains

He likes to say that I am at his mercy

I have to withstand the barrage of his daily verbal abuse

and pretend that I enjoy his company

I long to go home, but he says that he needs a companion—

Someone who can tolerate his dark soul, his unpredictable moods

and his unacceptable behavior

I have begged and pleaded with him to let me go

I’ve promised him riches, but he says none of that matters to him

He is happy to see me suffer

He likes to see me fall into despair

I feel foolish for falling into his trap

Like a helpless insect trapped in an elaborate spider’s web

I slowly drown in fear and utmost sorrow

As he takes my hand and leads me to an eternal inferno

Angela Cohen

Photo by VC Ferry

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“Crying For A Camel” by Angela Cohen

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I shed a tear for the camel in the desert sand

His sad eyes and the muzzle that covered his mouth

Spoke volumes about his hurt and pain

He looked helpless sitting in the desert sand

His lovely, large brown eyes stared into the distance,

as if he had learned to ignore the people who crowd around him

to take pictures, to jump on his hump or to ride him

I remember the camel in the desert sand

and I am forever haunted by the images I saw

of the helpless camel who was being used and abused

I shed a tear for the camel

and I will never forget the pleading in his sad eyes

Angela Cohen

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