Sunday, June 19, 2011

Dancing Dolls



Photo by Chris Galford


The corn doll
cocks a deaf ear phone
to the sax,
his helmet
muting tones of the trade war
on the horizon.

Purple cloud
whispers prophecy.
Eyes of sun
hide in shade;
one hand flashing signs of peace-
holding up fair trade.

Rituals
of corn, peace or war
never die;
they revolve
like the corn doll's swirling dance
in our ethanol.


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6 comments:

  1. I love the irony of the "eyes of sun/hide in shade"; and the story you tell. Creative take-- and another great piece!

    And, on a side note-- I was (pleasantly) surprised to see the shadorma -- as I was expecting "another tune" (can't wait to see your next tune, by the way!!)- smile. I'm still working on another shadorma, too, even though I, too, am captured by it but also want to move on to try other things. :)

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  2. Poor Carrot, playing his heart out to deaf ears... now there is a cause to start! "Fair trade for saxophone players". There ain't many left in rock bands anymore or elswhere for that matter!

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  3. "like the corn doll's swirling dance
    in our ethanol."

    Great lines in a creative take on the prompt, especially the angles of peace and unrest; corn and its "swirling dance" as energy. Wonderful use of uniting Shadorma stanzas.

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  4. Wow - real poignant and creative take on the fair trade graffiti! Finely worded and crafted through the lines of distress and unrest; an energetic and haunting elegy (in effective shadorma form) for the world, I'd say...

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  5. Ha - great commentary so skillful wove into this piece. Very clever and well presented.

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  6. such an interesting piece. corn...deaf ear. eyes of sun...shades. really nice take on the graffiti'd image

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