The Revenant

An ox makes a place to sleep in the straw.
Winter stretches its ice blanket over the barn.
A killer whale pulls one end northward towards Kigiktaq.

Morning, before sunrise, gulls where there were only blue sticks.
The sea makes a heaving shudder, lifting a rogue wave to look around.

The river ebbs, exposing the bones of an old hunter. Observant. Revenant.
A few stones shine like old moons.

6 responses to “The Revenant

  1. another fine poem, pulling the reader in with more images and emotions than reasonings. Had to look up ‘revenant’……a good word. The similarity with ‘reverent’ is telling, at least with this reader.

  2. Such powerful images! Wonderful.

  3. Like a mini art video….

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