Tahera Mannan Poet Free verse

The Legend of Morgan-Kara

The snow mountains bowed heavily
As Morgan-Kara touched its base
The spirits silently circled
Waiting for him to call
People watched in reverence
As ancestors came forth
But dark clouds soon gathered
For the God of the Dead was livid
No touching the dead Morgan-Kara
Bellowed the mighty voice
But silently Morgan-Kara brought forth
The dead one by one
God of the Dead flew on raven wings
To let the High God know
To Morgan-Kara it was just another day
The High God trapped his soul
Sealed it in a glass bottle
People cowered in fear
Morgan-Kara retreated in a cave
He silently played his magic drum
And climbed with it to the heaven above
The great Shaman now turned into a wasp
Bit the High God on his head
Startled the God left the bottle
Which he carried back to earth
As Morgan-Kara emerged
People bowed in faith and cheer
For here was Morgan-Kara
Reborn again and again

Based on the legends of Lake Baikal, Siberia

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Carol Sunshine Brown April 19, 2011 at 5:40 AM Congratulations on your well deserved win Tahera in Debbie Guzzi's contest "The Shaman's Way". Love, Carol

Jack Horne April 17, 2011 at 5:01 AM Many congrats, Tahera : )

Linda-Marie Sweetheart April 16, 2011 at 8:48 PM Congrats Tahera dear on another lovely win in Debbie's contest for another awesome entry my friend.. enjoy .. lovely creation.. see my blog about my contest.. u are one of my winners but having problems with the site..

Dr.Ram Mehta April 16, 2011 at 7:17 PM Congratulations on te fourth place win in the contest, Tahera

Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 31, 2011 at 7:41 AM Amazing creativity Tahera in this piece.. read your comment also on Debbie's Shaman Ways blog and so interesting this experience.. if for the contest.. much success my dear friend..luv..

Sara Kendrick March 30, 2011 at 3:47 PM Interesting work..Good luck in the contest with this sure entry..Sara

John Rhinem March 30, 2011 at 10:08 AM Smile ~ I do count myself a tiny bit rare in regards unto most within the flesh and blood of Humanity although for, I Have stood with my own, "Beautiful 'God; My Beautiful Father!!!'" ~ And once as is Always, "His 'Magnificent Glory'" did say that, "I Am Not 'The Father' of the dead rather, of the living...." ~ I love Your painting as I love Your precious light and, I Am thankful to have viewed its lovely colours, my dear ~ "Love, 'Always,'" John!:) ~

John Rhinem March 30, 2011 at 10:01 AM Smile ~ I do admit that my own knowledge of Many faiths and beliefs is extremely limited yet twas not calling to know I suppose or I should rather say believe but, I can smile and breathe fresh air of beauty amid Every breath I do take knowing what I Do Know and, I count this as only joy beyond all words I could ever find; just as I Am sure Many do amid their own faiths, my dear ~ Cont:)

John Rhinem March 30, 2011 at 9:55 AM Smile ~ You know I love Your poetry dear lovely Tahera; such sweetness and talent always seems to grace Your pages my dear ~ As for this creative lesson I would say in regards unto legend and people and life I find only beauty amid the clarities of time in regards unto the priceless treasure of the better side within humanities precious hearts and Souls ~ Cont:)

Carrie Richards March 30, 2011 at 8:04 AM Wow...this is a great poem, Tahera!! You do know your subject and said it so beautifully. I have yet to find the proper words!! This is a winner!!

Carol Sunshine Brown March 30, 2011 at 5:27 AM Enjoyed reading this magnificent piece of poetry this morning Tahera. Thank you for sharing it. Love, Carol

Dr.Ram Mehta March 30, 2011 at 3:32 AM Very gripping tale Morgan-Kara, Good luck in the contest, Tahera

Nette Onclaud March 30, 2011 at 12:18 AM a great storyteller you are, tahera... enjoyed this superb tale inked by your agile pen! :) huggs , nette

Andrea Dietrich March 29, 2011 at 11:15 PM Tahera, this is a very different kind of writing for you. Do you know a lot of legends. I wonder if this is the same Lake that I was seeing in a movie about some guys who escaped from a prison camp during WWII and ended up in Mongolia and crossed the desert into India! Well, this was quite the interesting tale. Do you have more?