The Taking and The Redress



The beautiful creature was dressed in red she sang with the whales and the caribou she wore wings and antlers the men had said so she was heckled and hunted by their crew She fled and dove deftly into the seabed but her red dress clashed with the ocean blue so she crept and scurried deep into the forest where they swore she made a witches brew She then flew to the sky and there she fed as her shiny wings and sharp beak grew but the men picked her off and ripped her dress squeezing her neck till her beak turned blue

The men picked her off and ripped her dress squeezing her neck till her beak turned blue

They didn’t care that her torn crimson breast bled or how loud she cried out the truth - how loud she cried out the truth The men just laughed and beat their chests when the wind whispered, ‘If you can’t get over, go through’

When they thought truly that she was dead from bone they tried to break her sinew to clip her wings and trap her soul but its essence escaped and began anew

They tossed her body in a bracken bed but as they dragged her, she lost a shoe and like the cinder girl’s fairy godmother Mother Earth would one day bring their due

Her shiny wings, lightning and her thunder grew

Then their ship did crash, burn and sink into the belly of a great crooning Blue