Changeling

Changeling

Pony was my friend, and we galloped the lake trails.
Jay bird knew everything before hand. It was dusk but I
Knew the way by heart. Everything was rough with summer...

Moon and stars, the wind in my face. Hoof sound on
Hard ground. And when I fell, it was a long time
Before I knew I was in the world.

I was not a milkmaid. I had not met the reindeer
Along the merry stream. Mama's singing lulled me to
Dreaming. A hunting song... I was bright eyed

Fox, rusty red, and I caught the rooster
In my mouth. I ran the hills and rocks. I lived in
Danger for my life. I knew how to disappear,

How to hide and kill, winning my warrior name.
Pony, pony. Strong legs and thick mane. Dappled love.
Horse of war. I was a mare and he loved my lovely neck.

We grazed. My life was green. My legs were long and I
Wrapped his ribs like a lover. Feathers in my hair.
It was summer all the time. I wore my skin animal brown.

How was I to be a girl?

I was not my mother's pet bird.
I had none of her racetrack curves.
I lived in a room outside her world.
She never knew who her daughter was.

09/08