Dream Poem: The Moose

Though I lived for ten years in terrain where they were often spotted, I’ve never seen a moose … in waking life, that is.

I dreamed of this one sometime last year. The vision was beautiful, sad, and compelling…and it has haunted me since.

English: Moose, Superior National Forest, Minn...

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The Moose

Awkward in her grace

She stands, garlanded

With scars tattooing

Majestic flanks. The air

So deep. The earth

So far. Regal in a country

Of suffering, strength swallowed

By the emptiness around her.

© Tzivia Gover 2012

According to Animal Speak, by Ted Andrews: “When moose comes into your life, the primal contact with the great feminine force and void of life is being awakened. It is an invitation to learn to explore new depths of awareness and sensitivity within yourself and your environs.”


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2 responses to “Dream Poem: The Moose

  1. it is funny. a blogfriend in alaska has them in her garden… almost domesticated, or so it seems… i find moose terribly impressive… “majestic flanks” indeed.

  2. Sylvia

    I love your moose poem, Tzivia. I live in Northern Ontario, Canada, supposedly the moose capital of the country. However, after 10 years, have spotted only a couple of these great beasts. I have been given the gift of viewing for a few minutes once, years ago, a cow and her calf, which left me in awe. Just the size of this mammal is awesome. It feels almost primordial to me. Thanks so much for your beautiful poem.

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