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Poem: Bawating (Ojibwa/Chippewa word for "Gathering Place"

Bawating*

A chill air wakes summer warmed waters

into a weave of mists

as tentacles of time

tempt the ghosts of a thousand yesterdays

to rise up and greet the dawn.

Warriors in wisps and white feathers

and slivery maidens

with hair of corn silken silver

milked from the moon

join in a dance of remembrance.

But their fires burn cold

and soft

with flames of quicksilver

like minnows swimming skyward

and smoke of earthbound clouds.

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*According to Wikipedia and a Sault St Marie casino’s web site (?) Bawating is a Chippewa word meaning “gathering place.” I will investigate further…. But I chose that word for a title, because the area that inspired this poem is in Hamburg Township, Michigan, which near as I can tell was a Chippewa gathering place and hunting grounds. To my understanding, this area was not a place of permanent residence until the current townships were formed in the early to mid 1800s.

Prophecy's Drum & Clarion Write-A-Thon

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