Kokopelli’s flute

Carried on winds, a tune,
a melody
as from Kokopelli’s flute
give us hope that thunderheads
that grow above the mesa
will bless us finally
bring us petrichor today
and bind the dust with rain.

Shadowed by the hogan
we listen to the stories
of how raccoon
the trouble-maker
might lead the clouds away.

In this drought the cholla wilt
and as the night arrives
we watch how thunder strikes
flashing dry with bones,
we sigh and bid the desert yet again
to please us
and tomorrow bring us rain.

Today Mish will host dVerse Poetics and bring us the inspiration of the Southwest. She shows us photos and wants us to tell stories from the desert, mesas and maybe the old west. I do remember the Navajo legends from my time many years ago living there. Join us at 3PM EST when the bar opens.

May 3, 2016

25 responses to “Kokopelli’s flute

  1. I haunt the Southwest with road trips. Native American flute tunes are always playing on my Pandora mix. You really lived in the Southwest for a time; fascinating; quite the contrast to your Swedish environs. I like the lines /we watch how thunder strikes/flashing dry with bones/–although I read “lightning” instead of thunder in my mind.

  2. I love the tune, melody from the flute, the stories and waiting for the drought to end ~ Yes, rain would be a blessing in this place ~

  3. I love Kokopelli – bought a wonderful ornamental one for our Christmas tree while on vacation there many years ago. I especially love the phrase “bind the dust with rain”. Really enjoyed this one!

  4. I love the story of raccoon the trouble-maker in the middle of this. Such a picture of hope even when the hoped-for rain is delayed. Perhaps tomorrow.

  5. mystic mind music…rascal raccoon, hope for rain. and you used one of my most favorite words – petrichor. You so obviously love this area – I hope you get to return and to go out into the desert at night to see the stars.

  6. Bjorn, your inclusion of traditional culture and mythology of the southwestern tribes, gives your poem , a magical quality, which I love. In many North American aboriginal mythology, the raccoon is the trickster.

  7. Bjorn, between the ages of 11 and 12, we lived on a Navajo reservation in Rough Rock, Arizona (my dad was with the national health service corps). Your piece brought back SO many memories. Well done.

  8. I read this last night and returned for an encore. My husband was extremely impressed with some familiar additions like the “hogan” and “cholla”. I have a weakness for southwestern decor so there is more than one kokopelli adorning my walls. I enjoyed this very much!

  9. I love that Kokopelli too and all of your references to the Native American dwellings and the cactus that grow there in the southwest. A full and vivid writing, Bjorn…really enjoyed!

  10. I don’t need to add anything about how well you captured the feel of the Southwest. Better than most who have lived there. Definitely better than those of us who have only traveled through at high speeds. Great work! Charley

  11. Bjorn you have captured the mystery and the song of the flute…I have a friend who plays a wooden flute. His music is very mystical and if you close your eyes it feels as if you are transported to another time.

  12. I may not be in the desert, but I understand that desire for rain. Another dry Spring here, and already the forest fires are causing havoc. Oh yes, we need rain. By the way, beautiful soundtrack to read your poem to!

  13. Wow. This is spot on. You really capture the sense of Native American life and culture. Their oneness with nature has always been the “religion” that makes the most sense to me.

    • I had to come back to add something. Though I didn’t mention it, as I read this the first time, my mind kept saying, “Wait! Is Bjorn really in Sweden?!” Then I read one of your comments on another poet’s site and saw that you’d lived in the US southwest for a year. And that explains how you write of it like a native. Because you really do.

  14. An awesome post. You’ve created something here that , excites a sense of curiosity and amazement – mystical, and yet, wondrous in simplicity.

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