QUIET UNTIL THE THAW
Her name tells of how
it was with her.
The truth is, she did not speak
in winter.
Everyone learned not to
ask her questions in winter,
once that was known about her.
The first winter this happened
we looked in her mouth to see
If something was frozen. Her tongue
maybe, or something else in there.
But after the thaw she spoke again
and told us it was fine for her that way.
So each spring we
looked forward to that.
And here are a few of mine:
PATIENT WITH SHADOWS
She lived
among the shadows
which she feared.
She lived
among the shadows, loving them
for what they asked
of her.
It was dark,
and it grew darker.
She grew light
And tranquil
DREAMED GREAT THINGS
He went
out to the mountain, dreaming
of his past
adventures, bold and
love—
such tenderness.
This he leaves,
and
dreams.
Try writing your own naming poem; think of something about yourself or another person to use in creating a name—a physical characteristic, personality trait, something you like, something funny, silly or heroic you’ve done.
“To say the name is to begin the story.”
Sharon Flitterman-King, Ph.D., is a writer who lives in Hillsdale, N.Y., with her husband, David C. King
Reference: The Wishing Bone Cycle: Narrative Poems from the Swampy Cree Indians, gathered and translated by Howard A. Norman.
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