I strut my ivory stuff.
Trumpet the long mad dance
of four thousand strong.
Impi step low and loud,
a roar of hornets, hip-hopping
disco balls and bayonets.
Martini-Henry rifles, single-shot
breech loaders glitter
the rowdy crowd at Rorke’s Drift.
Leapin’ loin feathers!
Zulus fall like flies
in a savage dance hall blunder.
My beady eyes stare
from a fallen contestant
in a break dance of loss and plunder.
I’m a keepsake from the prom.
No wonder. Stringy tail
between my legs
and a bloody
Victoria Cross.
willow, 2010
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Evocative, regal and rich! I love your poetry, (been reading in the archives) and your blog is just so much fun to visit! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteZounds! Another prancing pachyderm!
ReplyDeleteNice, multi-layered piece!
Not a stampede I'd wanna get caught in! Lotsa imagery here...wow!
ReplyDeleteLeapin' loin feathers...I gonna have ta keep that one handy...very upbeat, love it, I feel a Spring dance coming on!!!
ReplyDeleteBTW...I picked up 'Ashes and Snow'...SIGH...LOVE...
Did you see "Zulu," Willow? Wonderful! Love the "keepsake from the prom."
ReplyDeleteOh Willow. You live in such a beautiful world. Wordsmith, wordsmith.
ReplyDeleteBisou, Cro.
Sweet R, I new you would love Ashes and Snow! I keep my copy handy for therapy.
ReplyDeleteBrush with Color, yes! "Zulu" was some of my inspiration for this piece.
ReplyDeleteThe dark continent indeed! And the prom! Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteha. love what you did with the prompt willow...took it somewhere i did not see and what colorful language...smiles.
ReplyDeleteWhen you say 'keepsake from the prom' - was it? The figurine - a keepsake I mean?
ReplyDeleteit's very unusual.
Wonders if VC relates to VC and the Ivory Coast? Boer War? Am I close? Wonderful poem, very imaginative Willow! The lure of the past?
ReplyDeleteA "lure" or allure of ivory being so much more than a mere souvenir kept hidden for years in blue or red velvet boxes. charmingly romantic harbouring back to Victorian times with all the pomp and ceremony. I can hear the distant overtures. And Mr. Ivory is animatingly adorable primed for the prom; a treasure handed down!
I honestly thought I was the only one who wears loin feathers! :-) Great post.
ReplyDeleteChiccoreal, it's the Battle of Rorke's Drift, in the Anglo-Zulu War. Eleven Victoria Crosses were awarded to the British, the most ever received in a single battle.
ReplyDeleteHave you seen the film Zulu?
Berowne, now that I would love to see!!
ReplyDeleteFF, the little ivory elephant was a childhood gift to WT, from some friends visiting from Africa.
ReplyDeleteI read so many things on blogs and they are from one extreme to the other. Your writing is at the top of the extreme.
ReplyDelete"Leapin’ loin feathers!"
ReplyDeleteLove this piece Willow.
Hello Willow,
ReplyDeleteMany images in this and I've learned several things too! Very different to your other poems, it seems, which is good. Keeping us on our toes!
Excellent, expressive poem. Sheer joy to read.
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ReplyDeleteNow, Willow, how can any of us compete with your work?! Excellent, I see elephants prancing and dancing and I've not imbibed at all! ( today, anyway )
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ReplyDeleteInsanity!
ReplyDelete"...the breakdance of loss and plunder." Your imagery carries me away, especially as I meditate on "loin feathers"! ;->
ReplyDeleteDear Willow, I have discovered your weblog through Jeanne [Tales From a Cottage Garden] and am fascinated by the wide range of topics you cover and the interests that you have.
ReplyDeleteI was particularly attracted by your quotation from Virginia Woolf, a writer I have always admired. I am sure that you will have seen the film with Vanessa Redgrave as Mrs. Dalloway.
I divide my time between London and Budapest and will look forward to returning to your site.
Fascinating the unexpected connections the mind makes and how poetry, in skilled hands, so neatly stitches desperate images together to make a new whole.
ReplyDeleteI'm was just delighted to read this Willow.
Leapin' loin feathers!
ReplyDeleteI've always appreciated your poetry, Willow. Another excellent piece.
This poem flows with history and humor from an interesting perspective, the keepsake itself! Love it!
ReplyDeleteWillow,
ReplyDeleteSeems it's all been said....
My thoughts:
The thoughts of an inanimate trinket witnessing the fusilades and masacre, retrieved as a spoil of war to serve as a reminder of what was and should never be again.
You've hit he mark my dear Willow, like the sniper his.
rel
Hard act to follow Willow. I took the easy route on this one. I have a carved wooden elephant from India. I thought this was an alligator.
ReplyDeleteQMM
feels like one of your recipes being mixed up and served with a flourish!
ReplyDeleteMartini Henry rifles?! What a conglomeration of something....loved it!
ReplyDeleteI haven't seen the movie Zulu. You've touched unfamiliar territory here for me. But as always your writing is so creative!
ReplyDelete:) The Bach
Love the Zulu wars evocation.
ReplyDeleteThat was a fun read. Thanks Willow!
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ReplyDeleteExtremely evocative words, Willow. My great grandfather (I don't know how many greats)fought at Rorkes Drift and received one of the Victoria Crosses. I'm told he was a fool but who am I to judge?
ReplyDeleteArtP, that's an amazing bit of history. War is foolish, but I'm sure your gg grandfather was a brave man, and believed he was doing the right thing at the time. Does your family still have the Victoria Cross?
ReplyDeleteExcellent stuff, Willow - so full of a powerful sense of time and place. A Kipling for our time!
ReplyDeleteReally classy..what else would I expect?? Thanks for all the fun you provide...
ReplyDeleteWillow
ReplyDeleteThat is a very powerful poem -- it may be one of your finest ones written yet...
Joanny
Great poem! Great hair!
ReplyDeleteKeep up the good work!
I can hear the pounding of all those feet and the feel the heat of the battle.
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ReplyDeletei can hear the zulu chants...
ReplyDeleteand can envision the spear and shields facing off against those "modern" british instruments of war.
a bloody event wherein the loss of brothers/comrades OR perhaps a loss of limbs was often the only souvenir a man brought home...
I liked your use of colloquialism, italics and geographic details. The last line is a kicker.
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ReplyDeleteI echo Sun Dance Hill's comment: evocative, regal, rich!
ReplyDeleteI like the "in the breakdance
of loss and plunder," too.
Some very engaging imagery in this piece -- wholly enjoyable. Like this take on the visual prompt...
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Willow, he was indeed a very brave man. I understand that its in the hands of a collector in Britain. Apparently Stanley Baker had it for a while (believing it to be a copy).
ReplyDeleteOh Willow! How do you do it?
ReplyDeletethis was wonderful--loved the images, but what i enjoyed the most was, "leapin' loin feathers"...i've never heard that before!!!
ReplyDeletei love it!!! lol
i'm truly embarrassed over mine--yours is truly up there as *amn good!
warm smiles,
ArtP, Stanley Baker? Really? That's so interesting. Funny he thought it was a copy. It would have been a nice momento from making the film, but they are SO rare and valuable now!
ReplyDeleteWillow! My, my you do set the bar high =-) You truly are a Master Wordsmith. Thank you for the inspiration!
ReplyDeletethe places you take your reader to are always magical in their imagery and limitless in the range of feeling--brava!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem - a poem of loss and plunder. Loved the image of Zulus falling like flies.
ReplyDeleteThank you, all, for your generous compliments. I love sharing my stuff with you! xx
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ReplyDeleteHoly guacamole Willow - that's bloody marvellous. I love how you've woven in contemporary references 'hip-hopping disco balls
ReplyDeleteand bayonets' within an historical scene. I can't say I understand it all but I'm captivated.
Outstanding imagery and turns of phrase, Willow! You have such a way with words. Kudos!
ReplyDeleteThis is such a cute carving work! But, you know, I have this thing against ivory... When you spend some time watching elephants in the wild you just can't figure out how it is possible to kill such magnificent beasts just to get their teeth... It's heartbreaking!
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