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Considering White-Skunk III…

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That White-Skunk possess power is not in doubt.

Bald-Eagle himself is wary of it.

The point at issue is the uses to which that power is put.

White-Skunk uses his power as a weapon to serve his own ends alone.

He heals Meadow-Lark of a wound, that he himself has inflicted, only in return for information on the whereabouts of his musk-sac.

Could any act be more worthy of the phrase ‘to take advantage’?

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The camp of the Clever-Fellows appears to be a Star-Realm.

Here White-Skunk’s musk-sac sparkles like a star and is given as a child’s play-thing.

This is one of the highest honours that can be bestowed but it enrages White-Skunk who regards it as a slight.

When White-Skunk approaches the outskirts of the Star-Fields he is granted an object lesson in the proper use of power.

His musk-sac is shared freely, in turns, by all…

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Heedless of yet another life lesson White-Skunk returns from this spirit-quest and uses his brush with real power for self aggrandisement and as a means of terrorising his peers.

He then proceeds to mete out gifts and punishments as he sees fit on the basis of past favours or perceived misdemeanours.

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White-Skunk’s third and final encounter with spirit proves fateful.

He sees Rice-Bird only for the spiritual treasures he holds.

But the treasures of a ‘dead’ spirituality are redundant.

Even had they been procured for the use of others which they palpably had not.

The Wolf brothers finally put White-Skunk out of his misery as he talks to, and plays with, himself amid his redundant treasures.

It could, and perhaps should, have been so different.

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I have a notion…

Sun in Gemini

I have a notion

That eons’ light and dark

Have left their mark

Upon our inner ocean

I have a shadow

Whose lengthening crease

Is cast on mood and body’s peace

When walking muddy meadow

We have duration

The dog and I endure the grime

Of Cumbria’s winter prime

Intent on silence in privation

But then…

Like surgical precision

Spring’s herald of the special day

Will set that spiral switch to ‘play’

In alchemy of healing human fission

Enduring soul, dark knight

That through the darkening days

Must hold and trust in its own ways

Embraces reborn outer light

©Copyright Stephen Tanham 2017

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