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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4532 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Covenant Patricia Cresswell Covenant sun was barely a smudge of rose along the world's edge, old woman left the door open as she walked away. "must be there on time old girl." spoke gently to herself for there was no one left to hear, no pandemonium of fare thee well a doom of silence hugged the ground. "at least that sun won't broil me." chuckled at her clever plot to outwit that devil ball of fire one last time old woman will fool that fool. "would take him a miracle he, he." her soft booted, feet stepped lively on familiar ground dark shapes around her held no mystery. "make sure you have everything." at the foot of her beloved mountain she rummaged through a leather bag best pelt, gloves of berlin, cornmeal, shells from the sea. "once more old woman see the past." raises her head, knowing eyes follow the path into the crags. every breath a pleasant chore sweet, sharp pain waited in her breast. "not so bad for this bag of bones." drank the final bitter dosage to get her to the plateau, she was expected by sunset wouldn't do to disappoint. "I see you all there, you bees!" memories swarm behind her eyes follow her up and up initiation, the far sight, guardian to her people as her mother. "all those mothers before and before." stretched back to times beginning all those women from their birth all her kindred, healers, oracles. old woman was the last. "here I come my sister, here I come." she remembered him or saw him, ahead of her beckoning, laughing, young, so handsome, so long ago. he could still stir her body. "won't do, won't do, have to wait." at the edge of the wind scoured flats she paused to look at her sister then moved forward in ceremonial step to bow and place the offerings. "I am here could not forget." an anxious heart jabbed warnings as she crawled inside the trunk her place of birth, sacred dedication, her wedding night, children*s births. "have shared much my sister, we are the last, old redwood. our tribes are gone so now we follow." |
