Thursday, April 12, 2007

 
Here's a poem written by Bibi of Grade Eleven, relating events from the novel Ceremony from the point of view of the mountain lion who appears to help the main character, Tayo, in completing his quest of healing.
Hope: A tale by Mr. Mountain Lion

Evil witchery rules the world.
Some have lost hope, but not me.
Oh no, not me!
You see, I have seen hope.
He is fading, but still here.
He roams the North Top,
in search of himself.
Determination rushes the muddled mine.
He will press on, he will fulfill his destiny.
Stars begin to fade,
the sky is a layer of trickery.
Hope, are you there?
The fly and humming bird grow weary,
their wings crumble into the unknown.
Mother Earth weeps as her skin cracks,
The aridness controls life.
Storm clouds, where have you gone?
Imprisonment was not made for you.
Faith is diminishing
The ceremonies are whisked away by lies.
Hope must be near.
Hollowness turns to feelings.
Feelings become confusion.
Confusion brings solutions.
Solutions excite change.
Hope's transformation awaits him.
With the wind, strength blows in.
The sunrise is waiting,
Hiding from Evil.
I catch a glance of Hope.
Pricked paws cause pain,
pain which means naught.
The shine of my fur peers through the blood,
Blood of the Zuni, Hopi, and Laguna.
It is washed away by newly fallen snow.
Evil, depart us.
The sacred animals have returned,
The spider woman's web, a sanctified haven.
Dark whorls shape-shift into a hazel enlightenment.
The water is back.
The storm clouds have come home.
Incomplete ceremonies come to an end.
Mother Earth is smiling.
The fly and humming bird want to rest,
Come home Hope, come home.
Evil witchery, be gone.
Your power becomes obsolete,
Hope grows stronger.
Temptations will try to weaken Hope,
BUT he's not what he once was.
Oh no, he's much stronger.
Corruption becomes humor able,
Hope begins to cackle.
The Evil will not work.
A detonation of relief explodes through Hope's body.
The world has defeated the Evil.
Hope has completed the ceremony.
Hope returns home,
Peace meets him at the door.
Grandma is there,
detached.
He has proven himself.
Welcome home Hope, welcome home.
The weight is lifted from my back,
I have done my job.
Hope is here, now and forever.

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