Indigeneity, Language and Authenticity

Home » Uncategorized » Maadtoe

Maadtoe

There is a lake – jaevrie – I was raised
less than half a day from it and the mountain
– vaartoe – hovering above its ice-covered waters.
Now, back then we used to say that it had been left there,
in a great hurry, by the giant’s daughter, the saajvoe,
the one who married one of our young men, and whose
shadow – soejvene – had turned into the lake as they fled.

Aye, we used to say that the giant’s daughter,
once she’d been proposed to, had stolen her
father’s herd of reindeer – ealoe – and set off with her
human lover, a mad dash across our land – maadtoe –
that we’ve lived in since time immemorial to
escape the wrath of the monster – staaloe –
and each time he’d been close, this was long ago,
she’d thrown a piece of clothing
or silver behind her that would
turn into valleys, mountains
and rivers that her father
would never be able to cross.

And that’s how our land was born.
Numhtie lij såårneme dan bïjre.

image

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: