In Orikrindian myth, Hestaya (the mother goddess, the goddess of the mountains and earth) bore 12 infants, which were conceived beneath the hardest rock in the earth, fathered by the fire god, whose life blood flows under the world as magma. The twelve children were born upon twelve hills that encircle the island of Orikrindia. In legend, the children were found by nomads of a group called the Lost Ones. The queen of this people, Crestellin, was the first to find one of these children, and then, one by one, she and her handmaidens found all twelve. She was a childless queen before this moment, but adopted the babies into her family and raised them as her own. According to legend, these demigod children grew into the founders of the twelve great cities of Orikrindia.
This poem is about Crestellin finding the first of the children of Hestaya.
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Moving like a green snake
In the dewdrops
A fragmented line of tiny sighs
Blooming life along the dusty horizon.
Clinging still to mother
Unwilling to relinquish
That summer warm smell
Of newborns and flowers and vegetables
Singing in the sweltering heat
Humming with an old life
You know who they were
The ones who came before
The earthy faces digging themselves out from under hills and mounds
Stones in the dusk
In the distance,
They approached
Farther and farther
Until we heard their breath
Whispering and scraping in the evening air
Like leaves against your cheek.
We took them in
Opened our wings
And drew in these
Infants.
We gave them the instincts
We had left,
Pretending
To be mothers
Pretending
To understand beyond the eons
What we were doing.
The children of the stone
The babies found
In the earth
Creeping into humanity
Latching onto a nipple
They were lucky to find
Vines covering the tomb
An ancient space
Threshold to a world beyond
We remained and named the children
After the wish of the Mother,
Hestaya.
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Mintaka
That’s a lovely poem, beautiful and mysterious.
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