In the dark storehouse
The shaman keeps drumming
on
Then hunters don skis
The hunters on skis
Follow the reindeer
through snow
But wind grows heavy
A lake full of fish
But the long boat is
struggling
As wind god rages
Back at the cult place
As the spirit of death
struck
Shaman starts drumming
It is a story of the magic drum.
Woonderfully crafted series of haiku Lothar.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kristjaan,
DeleteI miss Twitter and I miss writing haiku on your prompts. In the meantime I've been to Tibet. And just now I've written about frame drums (shaman drums)as I've visited Tibet for the 3rd time during first half of August: http://rheumatologe.blogspot.com/2018/09/rnga-lag-na-and-dhyangro-in-tibet.html. So it's a funny coincidence you looked at this set of haiku.
Best wishes,
Lothar