Irene Mitchell


Mythologies - Poem by Irene Mitchell

Anywhere
is the center of the world.

In the beginning
all was under water until
we took up our positions
upon the place of emergence,
the seeded earth,
making different noises for the same reason,
nourished on cloud pollen
and flower dew.
Arctic birds winged ahead and came back.

The fulmar flew over ice floes
with a flattering song
just as the people with much to carry in their sleds,
bows strung and thrummed,
were about to set out on a hunting journey
for sea mammals and reindeer.

However, they had no luck in their hunting
because Universe was sleeping,
not looking after his children.

Universe and his wife Rain Woman
had been busy billing the Northern Lights
as the flashings of spirits in combat.
The sky was so heavy in the morning,
it stole light from heaven so birds could find their way.
Universe and his wife remained in bed.

This posed a delicate problem,
yet I understood more than I saw.

I called to my steersman,
who rose and pulled up the anchor
awash in the sea,
believing only in my own mind.

Topic(s) of this poem: world

Form: Free Verse


Comments about Mythologies by Irene Mitchell

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (5/28/2017 8:56:00 AM)


    nourished on cloud pollen
    and flower dew.
    Arctic birds winged ahead and came back.

    Universe and his wife Rain Woman
    had been busy billing the Northern Lights
    as the flashings of spirits in combat.

    pulled up the anchor......... very fine poem very much original in thought and expressions.. tony
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  • (1/22/2016 6:21:00 AM)


    This is a profound poem with great metaphors. (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (12/7/2015 8:12:00 PM)


    Wonderful imagination. Sounds almost like a legend from the Navajo Nation. (Report) Reply

    irene Mitchell (12/10/2015 8:46:00 AM)

    Very astute, Kim. I wrote this poem after reading Joseph Campbell's Mythologies of the Great Hunt, which included revelations about the initiation rites of the Plains Indians.

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (12/4/2015 10:02:00 AM)


    Universe and his wife Rain Woman... when i read this line, i simply smiled. you have great imagination.
    Imagination is a great gift of God for poets. thank you for your wonderful poem. tony
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 28, 2015



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