Wilderness gathers the few mountain folks
left around these parts,
facing extinction
with mountain frogs
and the purported albino pygmy wolverine.
Sitting in a circle around fire,
singing ballads of past days
still relevant in the wild,
of fetching water, sleeping under stars,
clandestine relations
played out in the dark.
Impromptu jam session of mountain minstrels,
unplugged chords escaping
a home grown guitar,
navigating stout smoky air
from brazen bone fire flames,
charred animal skeletons,,
chasing unwanted spirits away.
Tiny firestorms spin
to rhythm of upright bass,
Ponderosa pines and Sierra lupin
swaying, embrace energy of the music
with whisps of wind keeping tempo.
Simpler living perhaps,
away from gripped energy grids,
rolling blackouts never a worry where
the power lines don’t stretch.
Infinite number of stars
light the skies,
shooting brilliance through a universe
of mystique and speculation,
where gods battle for relevance
against the existence of time and space
and the cognitive shortcomings of the human brain.
Lillibit Ray has always written in her own personal journals, and she has taken several creative writing classes which helped her to develop and evolve a story or poem using real life experience and richer characters to bring the story or poetry to life. Lillibit writes both poetry and short stories, and these she shares, or sometimes just keeps them for herself.