
Her swift kayak
carries her passenger
to a far island
to white silence
where the elders meet
and know
their children
and their children’s children
will eat
and at the Great Gathering
all those who went before will be
remembered
Fran

Her swift kayak
carries her passenger
to a far island
to white silence
where the elders meet
and know
their children
and their children’s children
will eat
and at the Great Gathering
all those who went before will be
remembered
Fran
This is so powerful, Fran, it has rhythm and soul.
This most certainly has soul Fran. It is exciting to see the old ways emerging again. I never did get over the fact that places I believed would have a distinct culture had become like everywhere else. Honouring our ancestors brings back some of the old ways which must not be lost.
Right on Fran!
anita Marie
This is very beautiful.
Go, Fran, Go!!! Your Inuit FerryWoman is gorgeous, with all the nobility, and sturdiness of her forbears!!
What a lovely poem and illustration you have gifted us with!! Thank you sweetie.
Can we have a Great Gathering too on the Isle where we can all remember? I love the picture and poem.