From “Shadow Poems”

The people believed in a future

        with her face—

                                Concealed

                   her seeds

                           stars’ dull hatchets

                   behind the black bark of the moon

        and the whole forest grew

                             when they uttered

the ancestors’ old notion

          that those who have been buried

                   with a little honey

          after marshaling a mournful sound

                              thrown in circular waves to the west

can appropriate similar words

          for Creek, like        

                              Rattle-wing

                    the flower which expresses the fruit.

Credit

Copyright © 2019 by Jennifer Foerster. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on November 28, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“This poem is the first in a series of sixteen poems entitled, collectively, ‘The Shadow Poem,’ based on erasures of seven texts written by explorers or Indian agents to Creek Country (present-day Georgia, Alabama, and Florida) from 1527 to 1828. ‘The Shadow Poem’ is part of a larger work that experiments with form and source material to explore and expose areas of invisibility in landscape and history, specifically that of the Muskogean origins in the American Southeast. This is a poem of questions. How does the imprint of the past on our future generate growth? What threats or masks do faith or hope preserve? As our language transforms with our ecology, what new responsibilities to language should we/could we be more aware of?”

Jennifer Foerster