Like the Polynesian sailors of old I navigate|
my coracle by the stars.
They knew the wind. They took it
and tamed it and made it
blow them across the seas.
I see them pass in the night, the Navigators,
slicing the water silently in sharp-nosed boats carved
with heads of dragons
and faces of Gods,
homage and defiance,
their eyes on the sky
where the stars turn.
I sail against the wind,
fighting each breath; my boat uncarved, plain,
revealing nothing —
or perhaps revealing all
are not the kind that wear faces
or know sacrifices.
My Gods laugh,
and I can hear that laughter echo sometimes
through deep dreams.
My Gods bear gifts that at first sight
are thorns and ashes.
But my Gods stand beside me
and tell me of the stars I should follow
sailing the night seas
against the wind.
[Ed. Note: Seventh part of a 10-part poem. « Beginning | « Previous | Next »]
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Alma Hromic, the author with R. A. Deckert of Letters from the Fire, was born in Novi Sad, Yugoslavia. Trained as a microbiologist, she spent some years running a scientific journal, and later worked as an editor for an international educational publisher. Her own publishing record includes her autobiography, Houses in Africa, The Dolphin's Daughter and Other Stories, a bestselling book of three fables published by Longman UK in 1995, as well as numerous pieces of short fiction and non-fiction. Her last novel, the first volume of a fantasy series, Changer of Days: The Oracle, was published in September 2001 by Harper Collins. Hromic is an essential member of Swans. She maintains her own Web site (with Deck Deckert) where she provides information about her work and the professional services she offers: ButterknifeBooks.com
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