The Jingle Dancer
by
Debra Shiveley Welch
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Native American Dancer
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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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| Reviewed by Cryssa C |
3/5/2008 |
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The imagery in this poem is superb! I loved the line "Her body as supple as a new-born branch." You take the reader through the dance with your words... leaving us breathless and wanting more.
I absolutely love watching Native Americans dance... there is nothing quite like watching a story that they tell come alive through their movements.
Cryssa |
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| Reviewed by Zach McClure |
3/5/2008 |
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Wow! A movie made of words. I watched and enjoyed. If you listen closely, you will hear me saying "more! more!!"
I like the way you show me things I've never seen before. The verbs you chose are so specific that I could 'see' this dancer poised, on her toes,tinkling, gliding, pivoting, swaying and finally bowing.
Great job! -Zach |
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