Supplication
Nancy
Fletcher-Blume
Needles
of brown pine
Sigh
under soft skinned moccasins
As
blowing mountain winds are filled
With
the sweet fragrance
Of
peach Rhododendron
Bruised
by the passing touch of
A
gentle brown hand.
His
head, dressed with white owl feathers
Lifts,
as the great Issaqueena Falls
Breathes
rainbow mists
Covering
his small birch canoe
As
it glides away.
Accept
him oh great Chauga River,
Oh
great mountains of veiled blue.
***
Nancy
Fletcher-Blume lived her early years in Anderson, South Carolina,
at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mountains. An only child, she sat
listening to adults and absorbing their cadences. A current resident
of Franklin, Tennessee, she is president of the Council for the
Written Word and on the Board of Governors of the Scottish Society
of Middle Tennessee and the Tennessee Writers Alliance. Her short
fiction and poetry were published in the 1995, 1996, and 1998
editions of Our Voices. Her entry in the first edition
of Our Voices, "Cast Iron Dogs," won the Kate
Trickey award and was published as a book for young readers. She
has also adapted and condensed two of Robert Louis Stevenson's
classics for children.
©
Nancy Fletcher-Blume