The 10 best things about being a Shaman


*the photograph is my own


The 10 best things about being a shaman



The dead are sometimes quiet

Like a gently swinging silver

Little bell

Of a distant mountain monastery.

The dead sometimes dance.

The dead sometimes touch.

The dead sometimes tell you secrets.



You are like a river,

A juvenile gypsy goddess,

The sludge heavy like a noon burn;

Lethargic cheeks marked with dirt,

Your lips are always war,

You instigate, you flow;


The rest are nothing but a seventh stone

Inside the pocket of a drowning man.



Your lover is a stretched string of quintessence and he quakes when you graze him with your finger like a southern wind pinches the witch’s swamp hut, a crown of feathers for a nomad of sand; and you see the exalted souls walk into the water; you kneel on the land.



Whatever you beckon.

Want safe passage, lustrous travels?

Grave grovel? Have it harder?

Always satisfy your lover?

Your mother’s truths, fortunes of all tides of moon?

Strength, power, vigor; cleanse, control, posses?


There’s a totem for that!



You are the wolf,

You are the bear,

Claw and tooth.

You are the silence,you are the hoot,

You are the owl, you are the hare,

You are the wolf.

You are puma, you are calf,

You are donkey, you are mare,

Claw and tooth.

You are hawk and you, behemoth,

The deer and pelican, a fitting pair,

You are the wolf.

The maggot of grass, the seagull of gulf,

You bocachico fish’s stare,

Claw and tooth.

The butterfly’s daze, the juniper’s ruth,

The fox’s warm and darkened lair.

You are the wolf.

Claw and tooth.

You’re not yourself.



The trees have the best gossip;

The trees are the plot of the soap opera between the world.



Bring me your greatest ache.

Give me your shackled hand.

Gift me your finest horse.


Past and future,

Blur and shadow;

There is only present,

Our wounds have no remorse.



Sometimes a sunset over the desolate prairie makes me wanting, makes me envious in the whiteness of the smoke where i place the spinning desires of my silhouette and i want to dip my hands into flowery potions and i want to personally inquire your soul about some things mouth on naked mouth and I whistle and hum in ancient tongues under the skirt of a venerous Moon and I shake like a coyote on a dark night and I burn like the sky does when it’s the solstice; and when it makes your heart unlearn its human things and scream, I kneel on the cobs, I kneel on the cobs, for 3000 days, in the fields, in the sunflower fields.



When we love you, we will gravedig,

We will spit in raingod’s face

And make the bones of your chest our sacred space

And bargain with it against all misfortune


And when I lay my body down enwrapped in trinkets,

Sour like a grape but I taste sweet as a fig

And you anger a grumpy witch-doctor;

When we love you, we will grave dig

As the lightning strikes a thousand times

Into the field of nettle.



I have been dead dead

Soaring on the wings of a wren

Over and over again

And the sights always take my breath away

And I weaved it all into a dream-cacther that I’m waiting

To hang above your bed.


*for NaPo day 9, I have no clue if it’s on the prompt or not to be honest, but I had a lot of fun with it, which you can clearly see since I managed to sneak a villanelle in there. Hope you enjoy reading and do tell me what you think.


~ by Oloriel on April 9, 2019.

11 Responses to “The 10 best things about being a Shaman”

  1. So much awesomeness that I don’t even know which parts to compliment specifically. Though the trees have the best gossip deserves to be mentioned even in these circumstances 🙂

  2. Ooh! Ethereal, mythical, powerful, unselfconscious: I love it! It’s a departure from the form to the fluid nature of spoken word along with the metaphorical majesty of the poetics.

  3. Great post 😁

  4. I think this is beyond wicked. And shamans know I’ve read a LOT of poems these days. 😀

    I want to share it with the world. I was too busy to notice that villanelle (but I can see it know). I forgot to breathe.

    Yes, yes. “There’s a totem for that!” To a shirt with that line! ❤

    • I actually always wanted a shirt that says “Got totems?” instead of “Got milk?”, I think it is time to actually get one 🙂
      Thank you very much for reading!

  5. This is brilliant writing. All of it.

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