prompt - "ekphrastic" poetry based on Pochahontas by Annie Liebovitz
What the East Wind Brings
And in the autumn of the year when the seas had calmed, but after a mighty wind had blown for days
Drying all the grasses and the fields, sending animals early to their dens and leaves scurrying to earth
A chosen one, a princess, daughter to a great chief, and also one who saw, chanced in her travels to
Espy a vessel just off-shore larger than anything imagined or dreamed of save for one terrible vision
An almost forgotten vision from her childhood, the princess now remembering fell into a trance and saw
Her father and her people dying, villages burning, and a pale man she did not know spiriting her away
And remembering, she panicked and ran to warn the others, this princess of the new world who would
Save them if she could; but as she ran she kept picturing the pale man, and she felt her vision dimming
By the time she reached her village, all she knew was that the east wind was bringing her a lover
A tall, strong, pale-faced lover and she went into her teepee and fell into a deep sleep awaiting him.
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