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The Jingle Dancer
The jingle dancer begins.
Poised, like a ballerina,
She stands upon her toes.
Shining metal cones tinkle as she moves.
Gracefully, she glides upon
The arena's grassy surface,
Pivoting, swaying,
Her body as supple as a new-born branch.
She is the heartbeat of her tribe:
Beautiful, ethereal.
Her neck, a tender reed, gently curves,
As she bows her head in humility.
Copyright 2005
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| Hi Debra, beautiful poem. I love the image of a "new-born branch" though I'm sure there are things more supple than that. As I read it, I could see a field, growing up with new trees swaying in the spring breeze - so defined I could almost hear the "tinkling" of the leaves. So maybe the branch is a great image. I must say, it's a pleasure to see punctuation - and well done at that. So many today refuse to use it and leave that to the imagination of the reader. Thanks for sharing. Janet |
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Comment by: - 2007-07-23 07:41
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| hey small world! i'm in cedar rapids. i definitely want to see a jingle dance being performed now. i'm totally intrigued! |
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| Thank you! I wrote this while watching a beautiful dancer at pow wow in Keokuk, Iowa in 2004. There Chris and I had our Wopila after our Hunkapi the night before. :-) |
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| I can see you've made some changes to the wording of this work based on the earlier comment. Being part NA I have seen this dance many times. I think you have captured it beautifully here. |
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Thank you. I've been considering some of the issues you've brought up, but the title has to stay the same. It is about a Jingle Dancer, which is a form of Native American Dance.
A Jingle dancer wears regalia covered with metal cone shaped "bells" that jingle as she moves. It's truly lovely to watch.
Thank you again! |
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