My Throat Song

I walk on a white sheet

marring its cold lace

with my footprints.

Many have traveled

this crystal path

on their search for caribou.

I raise my eyes to the gray sun

and sing a throat song thanking 

my Eskimo ancestors for traditions.

My hunt is guided by their teachings

and I know my spear will find its mark

to feed the hollow stomachs of my children.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

At Real Toads Isadora Gruye gave us the following instructions for our poetry:

For your challenge today, my muddy buddies, I am asking that you write a poem using the word Eskimo but do not reference snow (or any adjective there of). Remember the further you stretch yourself from the norm, the better the result will be.

Out of Standard ~ Eskimo