A Conversation with Shadows
by Frank Watson
I possessed this land
And fought with shadows,
Those I wrestled to the ground
On an earth still raw.

Welcome

We breathe the smoke
Of tents and prairies
Filled with foot-long grass,
Trail-less walking,
Ambassadors of the Sun.

A séance

Brings the ghosts to speak ,
The spirits gathered
Who do not know me;
Their echoes fill the sky,
Reverberating across the lakes
Until we speak in rumors,
Understanding the rest
And finding at last a peace.


All writings and translations are Copyright © by Frank Watson, also writing as "Blue Flute" (2011-2014).
Year: 
2013