Good Medicine
Presented to you,
Sacred gift on cedar branches.
Clandestine seekers of adventure,
Calling out rhythmic prophecy.
Veiled advisors hidden
By velvet hidden masks.
East, South, West, North,
Above.
Below.
Within.
You are the chosen messenger
Sent from divine ancestors.
A beacon of light,
Leading me both
Toward
and
Away
from that
Owl bridge of paradise.
Reading this is like taking a cleansing breath during a forest walk. Lovely and healing!
The lines “Veiled advisors hidden, By velvet hidden masks” really stand out to me. Nature and the trees come to life, beautifully personified. Such great personification and imagery throughout your poem.
Your poem is good medicine. I was transported, and walk away in a better place.
The imagery is magnificent! It makes me feel like I’m walking through nature.
This is beautiful, Marcie! I love how you staggered the last several lines.
Marcie, your poem just took me back to when I was on top of the mountain at Robber’s Cave Park in Southeastern, Oklahoma. It is there that I felt completely at peace. Thank you for that memory gift!
Marcie I love the imagery that you displayed in this poem! “Clandestine seekers of adventure” and “Sent from divine ancestors. A beacon of light, Leading me both Toward and Away from that Owl bridge of paradise.” are some of my favorite lines!
I did notice that you used hidden twice and I didn’t know if maybe you wanted to change that – but you don’t have to, it’s lovely either way!
The coordinates that can balance us daily!:
East, South, West, North,
Above.
Below.
Within.