Dream Poem: The Moose
Though I lived for ten years in terrain where they were often spotted, I’ve never seen a moose … in waking life, that is.
I dreamed of this one sometime last year. The vision was beautiful, sad, and compelling…and it has haunted me since.
The Moose
Awkward in her grace
She stands, garlanded
With scars tattooing
Majestic flanks. The air
So deep. The earth
So far. Regal in a country
Of suffering, strength swallowed
By the emptiness around her.
© Tzivia Gover 2012
According to Animal Speak, by Ted Andrews: “When moose comes into your life, the primal contact with the great feminine force and void of life is being awakened. It is an invitation to learn to explore new depths of awareness and sensitivity within yourself and your environs.”
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it is funny. a blogfriend in alaska has them in her garden… almost domesticated, or so it seems… i find moose terribly impressive… “majestic flanks” indeed.
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I love your moose poem, Tzivia. I live in Northern Ontario, Canada, supposedly the moose capital of the country. However, after 10 years, have spotted only a couple of these great beasts. I have been given the gift of viewing for a few minutes once, years ago, a cow and her calf, which left me in awe. Just the size of this mammal is awesome. It feels almost primordial to me. Thanks so much for your beautiful poem.