Tuesday, July 20, 2010

The Girl Who Dreamt Of Polar Bears

The girl who dreamt of polar bears

Always wore a black scarf, black gloves, soft black boots,

And a coat the color of a doe in winter.

In the frozen, brittle hours of night,

She invited them to meet her in the dream-time,

As if they might walk right in through her front door

Like guests for tea.



Will you purse your lips, look away, clear your throat

When I tell you that is almost exactly what they did?



With the sun barely higher in the sky than a lacrosse ball,

And bound to fall as fast,

She walked down to the Dairy Queen, and as she walked,

One,

Then two,

Then several

White bears began to follow her.

Polar bears have no natural enemies, and fear nothing.

They can tip a snowcat over as if it were a toy, and

Nom nom nom, no more driver.



Today,

This day,

The hockey boys didn't shout at her, didn't make rude invitations;

They just stopped on their skates and stared, as the puck slipped unnoticed past fat Jimmy Flynn.



On she walked, bears all around her.

The constable, with his rifle hanging by its strap over his good wide shoulder,

Simply stood there,

Like he'd never seen Girl With Polar Bears before.

Maggie Two Crows turned to him and said, "Dat's some white girl," and smiled as if she were little again and helping her mama make fry bread.



The girl who dreamt of polar bears arrived at Dairy Queen and stomped her boots.

The bears stood or sat, the breath from their big black noses making them look like locomotives.

The girl said to the boy inside,

"The bears are mothers of things known without teaching.

They got paws bigger than my head.

Gimme a cheeseburger and a hot chocolate.

Some for the bears too, eh?"



That is the story of the girl who dreamt of polar bears.

Her mama said she weren't no good,

But the bears liked her.

The bears told her about the Great Medicine Wheel.

She told them about Mats Sundin, famous captain of the Tronna Maple Leafs.

Anyway,

Makes a pretty good story, yeah? Damn right it do.

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for One Shot Wednesday

photo: Jennifer Connelly
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28 spoke through the ouija:

Ily said...

"Tronna" Maple Leafs...I get it, Chica. ;) I may move there someday...which, to quote you, "is better than R.I."

Love the line about bears being mothers of things known without teaching.

PS - Are you part bear, Shay?? ;)

Titanium said...

Let's hear it for dem polar bears!

Rawwwwwwr!

Robyn said...

i want a polar bear too...
beatuiful :)

signed...bkm said...

I love this, and I am an avid Hockey fanatic...Penguins...Sid Crosby..I would fight a polar bear for him...and a good cheesburger...love it....bkm

Cloudia said...

""The bears are mothers of things known without teaching.

They got paws bigger than my head.

Gimme a cheeseburger and a hot chocolate.

Some for the bears too, eh?"

You are awesome. Not exclamation point; PERIOD.

All this AND JENNIFER CONNELLY too!

You my gal pal :)


Aloha from Waikiki

Comfort Spiral

Brian Miller said...

ha. you are brilliant shay...love the textures and the characters you interwove in this fanciful tale...nicely told.

Riot Kitty said...

Nom nom nom! I love it.

Mama Zen said...

Now, I shall dream of polar bears!

Joanna Jenkins said...

I don't know how you do it Shay. That was awesome!
xo jj

moondustwriter said...

I just love the picture your prose makes.
Be on the look out for a girl with polar bears - one powerful chick

You rock Shay

Thanks for rocking with One Shot Wednesday!!!

Pete Marshall said...

that was some piece..very inspirational and very unique..excellent work...i want to meet her!! cheers Pete

Gwei Mui said...

This is a gorgeous poem-tale. I love the feeling of ice and expanse that you have created and I so want to dream of polar bears now!

"Her mama said she weren't no good,

But the bears liked her."

Wonderful just wonderful.

Mojo said...

Die Meppel Liffs. You're the worst liffs evere! I never knew what he was going to do.

(That's actually funnier if you remember the old Nike commercials with the out of work goalies.)

But seriously girl, you do have the most fascinating dreams. And thank heavens she's not the girl who stares at goats.

Lynn said...

It do make a good story!

Suz said...

Oh this was magical and delightful
what an imagination!
but....Chicago Blackhawks.

dustus said...

Impressive layering in your writing, all while creating a likeable character in such a short piece.
Cheers, Shay

PattiKen said...

This is marvelous! I love the dialect, the fantasy, and I especially love polar bears. How wonderful to walk with, and be protected by, polar bear. Most of us had to rely on big brothers for that, and they are very unreliable indeed.

riikainfinityy.com said...

I want a polar bear for a pet now :X :3 This is a very cute poem :P Imagine getting protection and warmth from them, it will be wonderful=D

Daryl said...

Woot!!!!!!!!!!

Claudia said...

Such fantastic whimsical writing - and yes - sometimes, I would have use for some polar bears as well... ;o

Jessie said...

wow...
pure enjoyment!

standing ovation...with smiles,

kavisionz said...

Makes a damn good story alright! :)
Brilliant imagery..
Ahh.. dreams! How wonderfully they work! Just perfect.. No no, I ain't talking nightmares here.. just the good ones.

Write on write on, my friend..

Gabriella Moonlight said...

I think you and I have polar bears around us all the time, don't you?

I do and we are the bearers of their teaching and this lovely poem and story is proof of that dear one, absolute divine proof.

Love you so much

Gm

Tabitha Bird said...

LOVE iT shay. So good. The bear. Yep. Magic.

soundoffreedom said...

one dang fantastical story!

TALON said...

Damn right. It do :)

Jo Bryant said...

Damn this is good - really really good

goatman said...

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