Magazine article Women & Environments International Magazine

The Drum Is Yours

Magazine article Women & Environments International Magazine

The Drum Is Yours

Article excerpt

Between the house on the ridge and the fire pit below,

a long gravel road and fear of all things nocturnal,

on the chilled edge of a Colorado summer night

you hold a buffalo drum and wait,

spruce trees huge and looming,

surround of wilderness palpably ill-willed.

The moon's a sender arc

with just a misty hint of fullness,

no solace there, but

it's time to begin the journey down

to the women gathered around the fire

and the one who holds in thrall

the part of yourself you always trade for love.

Stride and strike, stride and strike,

each measured blow on the deep-toned drum

strips another layer, pins you

to a thousand hungry unseen eyes,

stride and strike, stride and strike,

all muscles tensed for flight.

The road bends deeper into darkness,

forest close on either side,

stride and strike, stride and strike,

beyond this primal fear, another-

cold sweat, sweet thread of desire-to leave the mead hall of

bartered weakness,

step alone and naked into the night,

arms spread in welcome and surrender,

once and for all

dimming the demon other eyes,

letting the beauty of night in. …

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