Neal Freeland Poet Prose Poetry

Miskó Ki'Zis (Red Sun)

I have been born to a red mother shigo red father
Underneath a massive cowboy hat
Beneath a weeping tree of willow tresses
Below the soft eyes of a red sun wilting
Submerged is my heart, my soul in red blood
And yet . . .

I have been born with the gift of a wabayshka voice
Carried on into the day by a rolling pen
Held tenderly throughout the evening 
Cupped quietly across the sea of darkened night
Hugged tightly inside the morning kiss on my red skin
And yet . . .

I have been born with cascading mukaday hair
Flowing brown eyes shaded with a breath of black
Falling lightly across my skin a whisper of browning 
Subsiding as brightly as yours is my smile that shines
Sighing inside with a quiet mind red as the twilight sun
And yet . . .

I have been born with a mind as white as snow
Within this world of yawning full splendid colour
Inside the glowed out gaze of Kooc-hum the watchful moon 
Amid a washing cast I have been swallowed 
Among a sea of wind hailed across the earth of my kindred kind so red
And yet . . .

My people still call me mishimin under my red stained tears

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