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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 11, Number 4, December 2017
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Joy McCall
Norwich, Norfolk, England


Song of the Ancestors

The Sami, the Iceni, the Ainu—these wild tribes ride through my dreams.
Their stories fill my nights with noise, with music, with battle cries, with thundering hooves.
They come, they go. I hear the sanshins play, the reindeer cry, and from the forge fires,
the splutter of molten gold.

it's all of a tangle
the inked skin, the red hair
the golden torcs
the weapons, the snow
the strings, the snakes

Is time a linear thing? I ride with Boudicca; I sing ryuka with the old islanders.

I tend the campfires
feed the small ryukyu mice
drink from the clay pots . . .
and all the voices of my kinfolk
land and settle, deep in my soul

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