Burning Love By Raymond Roy
The Blackfoot enemy took from me
My soulmate warrior
I am a Cree.
As a young Cree maiden
I fear no man
Blackfoot, Sioux or Shoshoni clan.
With cougar stealth I drew near
Within enemy earshot
No time for fear.
Through elk skin teepee catching wind of
Agonizing torture
Of my hearts own true love.
Setting forest aflame
The cowards fled
And there he was
Left for dead.
Lifting him up
With my strong Cree back
Weighted footprints
Soil burnt black.
Today the creator
Rewards my deed
For in my footsteps grows sacred fireweed.
Word Count- 99 words
Written for Flash Fiction Challenge thanks to Charli for hosting.
My poem is based on a mention of a Native Legend with the exception of giving tribal names. A few interesting facts are that the fireweed blooms from the bottom up and that once the top flower blossoms, winter is six weeks away.
Peace
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Nice take on the prompt. I like the image of the fireweed growing in her footsteps.
Thank you . I appreciate you reading and commenting:)
Legends are cool, Native American legends are cooler, and Native American legends where fireweed sprouts from the heroine’s footsteps are really cool. Nice take on the prompt!
Thank you Michael for the very thoughtful comment I appreciate it!
Raymond, you brought a legend to life with verse and imagery. Beautifully written!
Thank you for your kind comment I really appreciate it! It was a very inspirational picture
Thank You 🙂