Friday, August 11, 2017

Calico Dream



Calico Dream


Calico ghost
cowgirl on the whirlwind,
drinks dusty nectar
from the thimble of
a wildflower's face,
dances on a wagon wheel
across a wicked wasteland,
eyes on the blue mountains
and the swallow's last home.

Her well-wound heart
chimes soft as a pocket watch
under cool cotton covers.
She washes in sunsplash
and curls up contented 
to whisper when the coyote howls.
She's nothing but a promise
guarding the river
that sinners can't cross.

Calico girl
sings me at sunset
a tune from the Territory
a chant from the Tribes
beaded with pollen hot from the prairie,
keeping her hands clean, hiding
the hunted, defying the flag.
She follows the trail
no murderer can see.


~August 2017








posted for Izy's Unseen
( nothing more unseen than a cowgirl in a dream)




Images: Cowgirls, public domain
via wikimedia commons

15 comments:

  1. She's nothing but a promise
    guarding the river
    that sinners can't cross.


    That is such a fabulous image! The whole poem made me wish for the life of mountains, rivers and wind.

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  2. This is you, Joy. This is exactly how I see you. What a refreshing read. The pictures, the turns of phrase, the spirit of the thing....the best thing I'll do all day was to read your poem. :-)

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    1. Thank you so much Shay--I'm glad you liked it. And I certainly wanted to be this girl when I was a child.

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  3. Imagine living that free and wild. Makes me realize how tame I really am

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  4. I love this cowgirl dream...and it reads like a song that I can hear play. Lovely writing Hedgewitch!

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  5. I loved everything about this poem and the photographs......a fantastic write, Joy. I enjoyed it to the max.

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  6. Images of a person quite different.

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  7. I love this poem so much. Is the figure of the Calico girl an existing figure or one you plucked from the lovely synapses of your gorgeous creative brain? Either way, you are on the top of the imagery game here...hands down in any county. I loved this line:

    "Her well-wound heart
    chimes soft as a pocket watch
    under cool cotton covers."

    and also the beaded hot prairie pollen. Reading your work always inspires. Thanks so much for posting to the out of standard!

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  8. What an amazing wild and wonderful poem. I know someone just like this. She is my best friend since 1975. I am going to send this link to her to read. But the images in this is true especially the last stanza. Wow.

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  9. I love the way the poem goes from 'calico ghost' to 'calico girl' - and everything in-between! It's a bit like a Titania in the New World!And I agree with Carrie, it's a song.

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  10. I love the closing best of all. I enjoy knowing that she is not only bigger than life, but too good to be like the others (that destroy so much in order to be who they were). I love the she can with clear eyes, see things that are only there for a soul fed by adventure (and blood that still breathes).

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  11. I want to know 'Calico Girl.'

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  12. Point is, you can still see her even though she's almost invisible now. That makes me happy -- that and you angle towards such ornery idols. Each stanza seems to sing a different phase of her.

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  13. A wonderful write. I love it.

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  14. I love Shay's comment, and agree.

    I wanted to be Huck Finn. ~

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