Muscadine Lines: A Southern Journal

Supplication

Nancy Fletcher-Blume


Needles of brown pine

Sigh under soft skinned moccasins

As blowing mountain winds are filled

With the sweet fragrance

Of peach Rhododendron

Bruised by the passing touch of

A gentle brown hand.

His head, dressed with white owl feathers

Lifts, as the great Issaqueena Falls

Breathes rainbow mists

Covering his small birch canoe

As it glides away.

Accept him oh great Chauga River,

Oh great mountains of veiled blue.

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Nancy Fletcher-Blume lived her early years in Anderson, South Carolina, at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mountains. An only child, she sat listening to adults and absorbing their cadences. A current resident of Franklin, Tennessee, she is president of the Council for the Written Word and on the Board of Governors of the Scottish Society of Middle Tennessee and the Tennessee Writers Alliance. Her short fiction and poetry were published in the 1995, 1996, and 1998 editions of Our Voices. Her entry in the first edition of Our Voices, "Cast Iron Dogs," won the Kate Trickey award and was published as a book for young readers. She has also adapted and condensed two of Robert Louis Stevenson's classics for children.

© Nancy Fletcher-Blume

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