- Were You Young Again
Child, were you young again, I would bring you bread and jam, the broken grove, and the bitter land. A pentacle to scuff the sand. A year of fire to melt your symbols. A length of rope to bait the wolf.
Down by the weighted, murky river, is the way that is known by the ram and the dove and the Yeatsian fiddle. The winds that blow through the room of the soul and into the stem of the cold, reptilian bone, disturb and console, disturb and console. This is no whim. This is not a riddle.
We are a new, and an ancient people. [End Page 411]
WENDY VIDELOCK lives on the western slope of the Colorado Rockies. Her books are available from Able Muse Press and EXOT Books. The final line in “Were You Young Again” is inspired by, insofar as we know, an old Ute or Pueblo chant/song: “We are an old people, we are a new people, we are an old people, deeper than before.” To see more of Wendy’s work, please visit her website, The Ghost Buffalo, at http://nutshell-wendy.blogspot.com/.