a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Two Shoes In Texas Tuesday #37 Broken words

Dancing wildly to drums
Flower haired girls
Feigned promise

Pit fires glowed
The circle tightened
Spear shafts joined the rhythm

Feasting on broken words
Long Pig's hope
Drifted away with the smoke

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15 comments:

Sandra said...

now i am trying to decide who Long Pig is... i can hear those drums, i love to see and hear native american's dancing to the drums

Lynne said...

So creative you are . . . I am waiting to hear more about Long Pig as well . . .

Josie Two Shoes said...

I loved the feel of this piece, Gail! I too, could visualize the dancing, and could imagine poor Long Pig's disappointment when things didn't transpire as he had hoped. Yes, a great intro to a tale waiting to be told! Thank you for sharing with us at Two Shoes Tuesday and for deftly using both prompt words! :-)

Sue said...

Well crafted, Gail. I particularly like the "feasting on broken words."

And the cadence of this was perfect. I could almost hear the drums beating myself!

=)

Sandee said...

Very well done yet again. You're a master at this.

Have a terrific day. ☺

Abelle | The Wows! And Oops! Of Life said...

Lovely poem . . . . .

McGuffy Ann said...

This definitely lends itself to a story. It leaves me wanting to more more about the characters and the situations. I hope you write the story.

Jim said...

Hi Gail ~~ This is a nice thought providing poem for today. Right away I thought of my 1964 month in San Francisco, "Flower haired girls."

Then I see it got canabolistic. But I haven't seen the Long Pigs movie so I'm back to dreaming of the flower haired girls. If it were still 1964 I would go back (I've been back several times, the flowers have crashed).
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Pat said...

This made me think of Hawaiian ceremonies with the beating drums and the women dancing with flowers in their hair.

How many of us had dreams go up in smoke?

This was wonderful!

Dip-Dip and the Bridge said...

You have such a gift for words Gail.
Lynne x

Wsprsweetly Of Cottages said...

My daughter does those dances..communes with nature..wonderful, Gail! She has for years..firepit and all. :)

Brian Miller said...

makes me think of a solstice ritual...you know long pig in the urban dictionary is the preparing of human flesh and passing it off as pork....

LindaG said...

I thought you were talking about Indians.
Oh well, good job anyway, Gail. I liked it! :-)

Farm Girl said...

Wonderful, I could hear the drums.

George S Batty said...

excellent...except for the pig

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