Akela spreads her wisdom,
In the firelight glow of a young man’s dreams,
This is the time and place to be alive
To be a pack and a family.
To wear pride in our painted faces
ruffle our feathers in flock
To the smells, sounds and crackle of the logs.
At the centre of the circle,
Fireside songs add power
To our reveries of the wild.
The elemental power of the 'fire circle' must be in our human DNA. Surely it was the 'harnessing of fire power for communal protection' that initially differentiated us from all other species. And from that need, the related development of interactive companionship. Also, fire is hypnotic, simultaneously a symbol of both good and evil, and thus, the instigator of much thinking.
Do you wish I would just shut up? I enjoyed this.
Akela is the leader of the pack.
This took me back a very long way.
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DavidAddington
Wed 11th Nov 2015 23:06
Thanks for the great comments. Yes, very elemental. I have fond memories of being a cub and my nan was Akela for my district. I wrote this a few years back to accompany a piece of tribal / folk music I recorded - short instrumental. I may post up what I did as audio, but looking at the lyrics again, I saw it was defo a poem with something to say. The past few years have all been about my childhood nostalgia for me as reach 46, and that is now coming into my poetry. Less is more is the key and zooming into symbols / feelings and yes the elements.