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a cop's eye view of the world in poetry
by Anne Wingate

Category: General Nonfiction/Mainstream
Description: This is not "moon" and "June" poetry. There is some formal rhyme and meter, but there is a lot more free verse. I wrote them when I needed to write them. I rewrote them as necessary after I got my Ph.D. in English with a specialty in creative writing.
eBook Publisher: Live Oak House, 2005
eBookwise Release Date: July 2005

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Words: 15902
Reading time: 45-63 min.


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Damballa Marches

#

I heard the waters crashing in the cave,

And saw

Stark faces staring in the dark,

Solemn-sad ancestors--white-washed railings--

And I heard

The voices calling in the dark,

in the dark beside the fire,

With the water's spray flung crashing

I heard dark voices calling,

#

Mama-Loi!

Papa-Loi!

Great Damballa--Damba-Loa!

#

Still the waters crashing in the cave,

And I heard the weird reply,

Heard the meaningless reply

Of the singing, shrill-voiced women,

#

"That way, too, leads out of doors!

In the cave is still outside!"

#

Still the waters crashing, splashing,

Flung the spray in faces staring

Down like portraits on the wall,

Pale, stark portraits on the walls,

High, pale walls with blue wall-paper

And the elegant engraving

Of the molding on the walls.

#

Still the sea came, crashing, crashing

And the howling winds blew free

From the cave and from the darkness;

From the fireside all around.

#

Still the voices chanting, singing,

Summon up

Great Damba-Loa

Summon up

The god Damballa

From his home

Beneath the sea!

#

And the flames leaped higher, higher

Like the fire that blazed the pathway

Of the blue-clad Sherman marching

From Atlanta to the sea!

And the voices from the islands

And the voices from the shorelines

And the sunken lands that lie between

The forests and the sea,

Chanting, chanting,

Chanting darkly,

Singing loudly,

#

Great Dambala,

Hear your children?

Come and hear us!

Set us free!

#

1967(?)--Albany(?)


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