froward, adj. not easily controlled; willful; contrary.
The froward child
Was taken to church every Sunday.
There,
In the pew,
With her sharp stick voodoo dolls
She played.
You will never be nothin'
So says Mama.
Nobody gonna like you 'less I pay 'em to,
Says Mama and she brooks no sass.
The froward child
Found a mangey rib-striped dog in the street.
She give it a donut.
Just like that, they tight as ticks.
That dog
Never like Mama,
Growl down deep,
Park itself on the rag rug and when she put down her bible and raise her broom,
He show rows of white teeth
And his scorn.
The froward child say,
C'mon, sugar,
And the dog up and rise,
Ready to follow her through hell or hailstorm.
Mama say,
When that child go to prison one day,
That animal prolly follow her through the gate.
One day,
The dog die,
And the froward child
Cry til it damn near kill her.
She would like to gone with him if she could.
The froward child
Don't believe in nothing you can hold in your hand.
She believe in
Spirits and magic,
Omens, fate,
And floods across the land.
She say,
I live in a hollow tree
And cover myself with the midnight.
The froward child
Is a woman now,
Got gray at the root
But, by sorcery, look young as tomorrow morning.
She got a new dog
And feed 'im steak;
Then she grind the beef bones
And blow the dust of them up, off her palm,
Bringing the Winter.
Mama say,
She die out there,
With that creature she love so much.
Mama say,
It prolly eat her when she do,
And then I say
I told you so.
But Mama don't know.
Mama don't know her ass from next Tuesday,
And neither do her preacher nor her doctor nor her sons that be the same as her.
When the froward child freeze,
When her heart slow down in the snow, like a fire burning out,
It the dog what drag her back,
Wrap his self around her
And love her enough she keep breathin'
Til Mama die
And the Spring arrive
With mad flowers growing wild all directions
From the fields and in her eyes.
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Oh my freaking God, this is so wonderful I cant stand it! You have magic. I so love "ready to follow her through hell or hailstorm", "cover myself with the midnight", "young as tomorrow morning", blowing the bone dust to bring winter, "dont know her ass from next Tuesday"........this must have been inspired by the wise gypsy woman who lives inside you. It is truly brilliant, and moving, and absolutely mind-blowing. And, well, perfect! Whew!
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ReplyDeletelove the language here. mama don't always know best...
very cute.
again. you've done it again.
ReplyDeleteThe dialect makes this so descriptive.
ReplyDeleteI really liked your voice in this one, Shay... great personality!
ReplyDeleteI admit I had to look up the word 'froward' - somehow I knew it wan't a typo of 'forward' - in case anyone is wondering, it's an adjective meaning
willfully contrary; not easily managed.
(I though it was a slang term meaning 'heading towards an afro' - LOL!)
Speechless.
ReplyDeleteMama may not know her ass from next Tuesday, but YOU, my friend...you know LOTS. This is brilliant!
ReplyDeleteI love anything involving voodoo dolls and church.
ReplyDeleteSHAY!!!! That was amazing! Seriously amazing. That Mama. My. god. I'd like to kick her ass into next tuesday :)
ReplyDeleteI read it and re-read and then re-re-read it and loved it more each time. :)
ReplyDeleteHi Kiddo........love your sass and such as it always izz.....all fizzy and and flowering with magic
ReplyDeleteWow, Wow, Wow!!! I LOVE it, you sure can write! ;-)
ReplyDelete*hugs mah snoopy*.... you've always recognised real love. The tone of voice, the speech, just makes this poem 'stand out' - truly wonderful writing, just like you xx
ReplyDeleteI love it
ReplyDeleteEntranced! Whatever is the meaning of that word...that's what I AM.
ReplyDeleteShoot honey, you shore ya'll from Dee-troit? 'Cause you tell this story like Suthun' molasses. Sweet an slow.
ReplyDeleteEvery visit to yuor blog brings forth new delights...
ReplyDeleteBy far the heaviest of these poems about yourself and your mother. By far. Which is saying a lot. But this one seems to at last be really on the other side looking back. Thanks Shay, for writing this.
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