I wear a silver totem on a chain,
another on an heirloom brooch;
when I’m low and see a dragonfly
hovering on the water’s edge
among water lilies, reeds and sedge,
I think of grandmother’s spirit
and, shimmering with joy and light,
my transformed soul takes flight
and I become myself again.
Kim M. Russell, 19th August 2018
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Challenge: Totems, also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry
Brendan asks: does your poetic other root in forest, sky or booming wave? Do your verses run with the wolves, ride a dolphin’s back, birth with the sun, batten on winds, limn dark cracks, take wing in moonlight? If so, who are these beasties which make your poems dance?
He would like to know what tops our totem poles and has given us some detailed and interesting explanations of totems.