Niveous Skies
This story is a wind
Arriving from the sun
Magnetospheric particles collide
Birthing aurora borealis,
Prismatic ribbons of light
Forming above the Kara Sea
Past the Nordenskiöld Archipelago
Magnetic fields demarcate
These lines of extinction
Drawn in distant reaches
Siberian land of the polar bear
Seal-hunter at the edge of sea ice
Maritime transmutative shamans
Mythic shape-shifters
Become human at home
Breathed into being by Daedal Spirits
As foretold Polaris is born
Guiding star of a lost tribe
Daughter of Ursa Major,
Resplendent mother of the night sky
Artemis
Polaris bundled, newly formed
Left on Artemis’ threshold
Raised with the knowledge
In the summer of her third year
She must journey to a place
Beyond her imagining
Artemis, Wild Woman, warns
Of the myriad dangers:
Ice wraiths with hypothermic
Breath spread madness
Treacherously thin ice floes
Carrying everything far out to sea
Sloughing glaciers sending
Animals to watery graves
But the worst fate
To be enchanted by
The siren call of hearth fires
Pernicious creatures, specious promises
Desire demons that consume the soul
Paralyzing monsters that trap
An eternity of wasting away
As Polaris grows she learns
Of the fantastical menagerie
Artic animals of special powers
Sagacious and far traversing terns
Narwhal that know the secrets of death
Their songs, talismans against the end
Caribou that resonate harmony
Trickster foxes with capacious minds
Around the home fires
She begins to understand her human form
Its drives and intellections
Streams and sanctuaries of creative flow
She prepares a fitting place and learns
The 1000 sacred names of snow
How to be invisible in her bear cloak
White on white, moving like the wind
Across this icy land
She explores, tests her strength
Contemplates being, leans into life
Scrying colored lights in the dark
Feeling the warmth of midnight sun
Pulse of life deep within calling her forth
She awaits the catalyst, transformation
That will initiate her quest
Her journey to the source
Novaya Zemlya
And so she waits breathing
Beauty into the world
Sings new songs of awakening
Her streams becoming rivers
Roaring across her inner landscape
As the Kara flows through
Baydaratskaya Bay to feed the sea
In the Spring of her third year
Prowling the northern borders
She arrives at Novaya Zemlya
Ice-scoured fjords, narrow inlets,
Guarded by skerries
Upon the wind is a melody
Like none heard before
Lured closer she learns too late
Of the infestation of Hearth Fires!
Their radioactive contamination
Lairs in nuclear submarine reactors
Half-life remnants of the Cold War
Becquerel bravado still feeding evil
Melodies turn to piercing cries
Polluting her sanctuary of creativity
Poisoned, weakened, she seeks counsel
Artemis, now contaminated cannot aid her
Sends her to speak with the narwhal
‘All my songs have been stolen by the wind
My mind and purpose are clouded
This hunger for art is now insatiable
Artemis is also sickened, please help us’
The keeper of death’s secrets
Intones into Polaris to discern
A cure: ‘This pollution is a fire
Malevolent psychic complex
Devouring your spirit,
Only the aurora borealis
Can heal your wounds
You must journey to a place
Beyond your imagining’
(Note to reader: This is the beginning of a longer mythic work that I’ve been releasing and will continue to release in sections over the next several days as part of my NaPoWriMo commitment. Each day a new section will be added so if you’ve read some of the sections all you need to do is go to the end of the last section you’ve read to find the new addition.)
The keeper of death’s secrets… ooh, I am loving this, already you have taken me to a place beyond my imagining. And now I can’t wait to read the next installment!
I had my first NaPoWriMo anxiety dream last night that now each post was going to be rated with colors to determine its worth. The first installments were blue (which is good) but this latest installment got an ominous yellow that when exposed to radiation turned red which was very, very bad! Thank goodness there are only 6 days left and you are not the bearer of the yellow sticker :). I don’t think OLN helped.
really like the story telling in this anna…did you post the first part of this the other day or before…i swear i read it before…it is an enchanting tale and i def would enjoy more of it….
Yes, instead of making readers link back to parts they missed I figured it would be easier to just post the new section each day until the poem is completed. Glad it’s working for you so far, I think they’ll be one or two more installments :).
This story is really cool. Great atmosphere throughout. In this latest piece, I have to say, I love all the L’s in it, is so fun to read. Great read. Thanks
I was so tired when I wrote it last night I didn’t even notice all the L’s. However, the repetition of a couple lines/concepts was on purpose (thankfully) or I’d have been embarrassed :). Thanks for coming by to read!