Niungvaliruluit (to Annie & Jon)
A Poem by Louisa DeHart
pole-star seized
by the island fog,
skinboat moored
by a winter moon;
your wing-clipped heart
on horizon’s clime,
a trail of comets
in its folds of blue.
stand you then with
your mirror bright,
use the stone of
the guiding sight;
hang your thoughts
on a window-frame,
fix your mind
on familiar things,
the silent arrow
deals a heavy blow,
but its magical,
astronomical,
miracle
true-points
home.
Louisa DeHart is a blessed mother and beloved wife. You will find her teaching internationally and writing poetry. Her soul lingers all day in Fairyland and in the Story that is coming true.
