This gilded and silvered copper disk reveals
outstretched wings and grasping talons,
inlaid eyes of shell and turquoise,
light reflecting off contrasting movement.
The Moche (the Mohicas) flourished
six centuries: from Nepena River Valley
perhaps as far north as Piura River.
There was no tradition of writing –
the precise significance of owls
at the burial site of Loma Tegra
is unknown. (Owls prey, fly at night ...)
Of mystical or divine power,
Owl is my guardian on my left side.
(On my right I have Serpent.)
Written for Poets and Storytellers United at Friday Writings #234: Words for Images, this is largely an erasure poem taken from the long text about this artwork at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. The erasing leaves me with some quite big chunks of sequential words from the original and also qualifies as a found poem. Only the last two lines, italicised to differentiate them from the rest, are my own words. (I did also place the third line of the third verse a little out of its original order. It makes more sense this way in this context – and I so wanted to use it, for the wonderful sounds of the words as they roll over the tongue.)
Image and text are in public domain, open access.