Moses Siregar, a man attempting a career.I have no comment on the writing of Moses Siregar. I do not know it. He put a "Black God" in the title of his upcoming (first?) novel, which he claims has been and perhaps still is a free novella on Amazon.
An Old Story
You teller of myth,
inconsolable goddess,
bringer of winter -
the ice enters me
that I too would steal your love
to keep here below
I am no better
than the old black god, older
than all my sand.
December 5, 2009 7:29 AM
An old song
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and draw out a bead
of my own making, a bead
older than your stories,
older than your earth’s caress
and drop it tinkling
into my sieve of antler and bone.
These artefacts I gather:
a crow’s feather, tattered and glinting
blue in the pale spring sun;
the weathered strands of seaweed;
a ring of whale bone
and a slip of rainbow shell.
The mask I weave is sparse,
salty and hollow as a drum,
fit for a dance of eternities
the sea witch and her consort,
the sand-stripped sleek black god.