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Ma-Ma Mar
Once upon a time
in a place where I was young
an old woman polished
a brass fitted book
leather bound
scrolling upon its face
silver gild pages
Terra Ignota font
She called out to me
amidst battle-cry's
to settle the dust
come sit quietly
by Her side
I fell upon
a shadow dancer's blade
clutching my chest
splayed out
on parlour grounds
Leather upon leather
cracks to sunken cracks
peeling the ages onto its back
She tells lain waves
brown to blacken hair
how ships carried
variant locks
holding pasts to present
pictures form in mind
where two lands
join to one
tribes with white
blighted time
There were men who called
bounty claimed as wife
their right in lands unknown
brown and black years weave
unto trails of tears
Old Hickory string in weave
kept no counsel
along savage family
no mention no nod
only hate of them all
Jacksa Chula Harjo
Sharp Knife King Mob
shadow dancer thief
Thus these trails
place my lines
there among crags
where I am I
and they were then
As Ma-Ma Mar
Shares Her final page
leaning down to kiss my head
blood of blood on the page
in the vein, memories today
in a place where I was young
an old woman polished
a brass fitted book
leather bound
scrolling upon its face
silver gild pages
Terra Ignota font
She called out to me
amidst battle-cry's
to settle the dust
come sit quietly
by Her side
I fell upon
a shadow dancer's blade
clutching my chest
splayed out
on parlour grounds
Leather upon leather
cracks to sunken cracks
peeling the ages onto its back
She tells lain waves
brown to blacken hair
how ships carried
variant locks
holding pasts to present
pictures form in mind
where two lands
join to one
tribes with white
blighted time
There were men who called
bounty claimed as wife
their right in lands unknown
brown and black years weave
unto trails of tears
Old Hickory string in weave
kept no counsel
along savage family
no mention no nod
only hate of them all
Jacksa Chula Harjo
Sharp Knife King Mob
shadow dancer thief
Thus these trails
place my lines
there among crags
where I am I
and they were then
As Ma-Ma Mar
Shares Her final page
leaning down to kiss my head
blood of blood on the page
in the vein, memories today
Published 20th Aug 2013
| Edited 22nd Aug 2013
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20th Aug 2013 4:50am
Those who were the days when history was forged for the generation of today. Good read Soul.
20th Aug 2013 4:59am
Anonymous
20th Aug 2013 9:27am
You are such a great story teller, Soul...
A piece to read and re read, gets better each read!
A piece to read and re read, gets better each read!
20th Aug 2013 10:27pm
That means a lot from You O Great story Weaver-Thank You, I hope to casually get better writing tales from time to time--Thank You so much!!!
Anonymous
20th Aug 2013 11:19am
nicely told mr soul!
20th Aug 2013 10:31pm
Thanks Much Strider!!!
You Guys N Gals that Write such Wonderful tales time and again--staggering!!!
You Guys N Gals that Write such Wonderful tales time and again--staggering!!!
20th Aug 2013 2:28pm
20th Aug 2013 10:32pm
21st Aug 2013 00:12am
A feel as if the spirit of Native American story tellers runs through you. This is a fantastic write. I especially love the suggested horrors of landed by the hands of the US government. One of the best modes of transmitting history is via the story with references to actual historical actions.
21st Aug 2013 00:21am
You are too kind Jazz-I thank You Sir--Agreed, the sprinkles of history are excellent ways to receive them--I have to watch though...writes such as these can show anger from me...which wasn't supposed to be the energy projected from it...just the knowledge and nod that it is there--Jackson was a conflicted man---as most are when history is perused---he did so many Great things...and equally so many horrific atrocities:( -It is hard to say how many atrocities lay within the Native side for most are oral till about the 50's if anything is written before that, it is mostly through evil-eyes
21st Aug 2013 1:04am
21st Aug 2013 2:55am
Excellent write Soul! Epic!
History is told from the eyes of those in power, it's our story, his-story, that must told correctly.
History is told from the eyes of those in power, it's our story, his-story, that must told correctly.
22nd Aug 2013 4:20pm
21st Aug 2013 10:54pm
Soul
This was just fab.
What else can I say.
The more I read, I wanna read more.
Kg
This was just fab.
What else can I say.
The more I read, I wanna read more.
Kg
22nd Aug 2013 4:21pm
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