Mad Sister Songless Circle Dance

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My one-eyed one-toothed three Sisters Gris
With their banshee wild-woman screaming
Banging drum greeting here at home in me arrive
They’re whispering yell shrieking sister secrets
Of mayhem and death that none can survive
We are the wasted and useless and ugly
Unwanted together we gather singing nightmares
While circling ever spinning vertigo circling dance round
Gyrating and cramping in a choreographed seizure of no care
Un-rested and crashing my sisters and I we are dancing
And quietly silently ululating dancing aloud our dissonant
Hopeless eternal unheard Mad Sister Songless Circle Dance
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Bear … 02.09.2014

ⓒ Bearspawprint
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12 comments on “Mad Sister Songless Circle Dance

  1. Nomzi Kumalo says:

    A poem to awaken the spirit. Thank you 🙂

    Like

  2. willowdot21 says:

    and can join in to make three!!

    Like

  3. Deborah says:

    I have a distinct memory of a similar dance.

    Like

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