Monday, January 7, 2013

one night

dog spit out a tooth--

i buried it in the ground.

rain came hard,

and drove it on down.

tooth come jaw--

jaw come head--

daddy fire the shotgun

and it bleed bright red.

daddy get the shovel,

clouds take the moon,

daddy meet the devil

if he don't do it soon.


TexWisGirl said...

i just love your varied styles. true talent.

hedgewitch said...

When Coal comes back, she doesn't mess around. I can see barefoot children chanting this as a curse, holding hands, dancing in a circle in the rain.

Mama Zen said...

Coal! Coal! Coal! Coal!

HermanTurnip said...

Creepy cool! I can imagine this being used in a horror film, where kids chant this while skipping rope in slow motion as the opening credits roll. *shiver!*

Cloudia said...

"Can the mind recoil even as the heart yearns?"

Fortunately, we need never wonder that of you as heart and mind yearn in unison, Shayward.

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Helen said...

Turnip gets the gold star ~~~ first thing I visualized was kids doing some double dutch! Creepy???

Brian Miller said...

shivers...dang if it just not a catchy enough tune to find myself singing in the night...seriously if i can't sleep tonight...i am blaming you...

a fine bite of black magic shay

Sioux said...

Quite creepy.
Now I can't sleepy.

Seriously, I love the rhythm of this piece. Almost Paul Laurence Dunbar-like. (spelling?

Anonymous said...

verrrrrry cool, SP!! and i LOVE Macy Gray ~ i hadn't heard her version of this song. almost as amazing as your poem. you know i'm gonna hafta steal it to use in a post. {smile} seems like lately all i do is steal your ideas....

forgive me?

Kerry O'Connor said...

Love Macy Gray, but this is pure Coal Black! Loved it more.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

The perfect mix of elegance and creep. Yikes and thanks, Mosk

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Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh I was just wanting me some Coal this morning. And she always delivers!

Daryl E said...

somewhere in some strange alternate universe there are little demons skipping rope to that refrain

Rachel Westfall said...

I need to be strong to read your blog. I come away feeling mauled. xx

Anonymous said...

This is my favorite part, the way you used "come" instead of "became"/"become" here:

"tooth come jaw--
jaw come head--"

I love Coal's funky style with verbs. And I would never impose rules upon her because she just doesn't roll that way. And that's cool. But I'm wondering if you might want to use a consistent verb tense. Most of this is present tense, but a bit is past. If it's on purpose, groovy. If not, you might consider this:

"dog spit out a tooth--
i bury it in the ground.
rain come hard,
and drive it on down. ..."

Unless you want the opening to be past tense, in which case you need "spat" rather than "spit."

The rest is all essentially present tense.

But it's perfectly delightful as is. Just thought I'd share my thoughts.

Kim Nelson said...

LOVE THIS! 'Minds me of Practical Magic ~ a Nelson Women fav!

Sara said...

Wow. This was a perfect read for my Southern accent. It reminds me of all the stories I heard when I was a kid; most of them scared me. Somehow, Southern stories aren't always happy ending tales.

Your poems are so diverse it amazes me, but I love you for it. I sit at my desk and read them aloud:~)

Happy day to you, Shay!

Margaret said...

OH, a southern accent or a Gullah one is how I hear this splendid little piece ... read under a full moon of course.

my heart's love songs said...

the ONE TIME i don't read your labels! thank you for allowing Coal to make a guest appearance! you know you both rock!