Morning Harp

No one today calls out to the diseases
Not like Vainamoinen
Who made the birches listen

**

Kalevala:

Wrought from iron
four sided word—
mill
forest
bird
boat

one word
boat-forest-bird-mill
how else
to tell it?

**

My roots give off a sound
That’s not like anything else
Blind, I still close my eyes
Just to hear

**

I used to have an iron crow
It stood in the garden
One day a real crow
Rubbed her feathers on it

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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