Day 26:
Eksaˀshǫˀǫh
Danced the dance of despise
Until I tripped and fell
Into deep river eyes.
We forged a foundation.
His smile held up the skies.
We were sacred shelter.
And then a new surprise,
A gift wrapped in a spell,
A future fair and wise.
ABOUT THIS POETRY FORM
A magic 9 poem is based on the spell abracadabra, except without the r's.
It is a 9 line poem.
Rhymes: End of line a,b,a,c,a,d,a,b,a.
No dictated meter or subject, just the rhyme scheme.
This was fun, much more so after I really struggled with the past couple of poems. Just a little sprinkle of magic dedicated to my chillins.
Cayuga Language
Eksaˀshǫˀǫh (ay-ksaw-so-oh) - They are children
