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where shadows do not drowm
Where Shadows Do Not Drown
They left the green land behind,
where the púca ran unseen
beneath hollowed branches,
where tricks stirred in the mist
and footsteps never quite found firm ground.
Across the restless waters they sailed,
heavy with exile, grasping
the promise of gold and breath,
chasing the mirage of quiet years,
somewhere the ghosts could not follow.
But the rivers whispered—
not the rivers of home,
not the winding black paths
of the púca’s mischief,
but something heavier, deeper, waiting.
The bunyip did not grin.
Did not trick, did not twist fate
as the púca once had.
It only watched, only reminded,
only lurked beyond the fire’s reach.
Still, when the púca laughed from memory
and the bunyip stirred beneath the water,
they knew— some shadows do not drown,
they only change their shape.
Excellent use of two
Excellent use of two mythologies in this poem. The explanatory note is quite helpful.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]
Many thanks, Starward-Led. It
Many thanks, Starward-Led. It could offer cluelike glimpses into the psyche of the people and cultures from which they sprang! Fascinating stuff
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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