For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #128
Patches of memory swarm at sharp
edge of awareness where unbidden past spills
into present moments.
She pictures green hillsides, her ancestors
gathered to worship their gods with exact
rituals passed down through generations.
Calls them her “ghosts”, these nameless
strangers who share intimacy of blood,
but not belief.
Elizabeth Crawford 9/29/13
Notes: Watching an old series this past week and heard a concept about how we create our own ghosts through memories revisited again and again. Thought there was a poem in that idea. When I saw the list for this week’s wordle, I had a strong idea where this one was going. Although drawn by Native American spirituality, I was not aware of that part of my ancestry until adulthood.