Firebird (A Sonnet)
Oh Firebird, of myth and ash,
Your purpled plumes rise from the flames,
And like the heat returning sun,
Renewal forms your mythic claims.
Oh Phoenix, formed from fire’s force,
Your legend burns across the sky,
In trails of smoke and glowing arch,
On toasted wings that make sparks fly.
Oh Benu glyph of ancient myth,
In resurrection of the soul,
Set free the purgatory lost
Their spirit cleanse to make them whole.
And once their essence has renewed
Feed them with your spiritual food.
This poem is about rebirth, resurrection, renewal as symbolized by the Firebird of myth and legend, that is know in many cultures.
Known to the Native Americans as the Firebird, interestingly enough, that’s also what the Russians called it. Of course many believe the Native Americans came across the frozen Bearing Straights, right after the last ice age ended, from Mongolia. The Ancient Greeks had their legend of the Phoenix. Ancient Egypt had a similar legend of the Benu. They were also associated with the color purple, and considered royal in nature. Due to it’s characteristic of resurrection, early Christians adopted it as a symbol for Jesus Christ. There are many other examples in other cultures. The Persians had the Anka; Turkish had Kerkes, Tibetians had the Me byi karmo, and the Chinese had the Fenghuang. I tried to blend some of these mythologies into the poem.