sun/ michael raven poems December 13, 2020 1 Minute i dance aloft onblack burnt wingstheft of firecast to the sky Originally posted on sceadugenga.com Like this:Like Loading... Related Taggedmicropoetry Published December 13, 2020
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See you real soon, Icarus.
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I can see where you got that idea, but I was actually thinking of the old Haida (NW Coastal tribe in Canada) story about Raven bringing light to the world by stealing the sun.
That version is on par with the version I know, except for the fact in my variant, Raven was white and, as he tried to hold onto the light, it burnt him black until finally he couldn’t stand the burning and let the light go. It became the sun.
Of course, I may have heard the Tlingit (another NW tribe) variation and conflated the two light-creation myths in my meager brain.
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Interesting tale. Made me think of Prometheus.
Doesn’t make sense he wouldn’t let it go, if he was giving it as a gift.
Compress to spare the brain space 😉