THE RED WINDOW is a great book.
Here is one of my favorite poems from the book:
Tear Dress
It is black, trimmed in red satin
for a granddaughter
of the Wolf Clan.
The pattern is so precise,
diamonds near the hem with
straight lines, made so by
patience and
modern convenience.
When my Cherokee ancestors were
on The Trail, the cavalry took
away the women's scissors.
They found other ways.
Like tearing
strips of calico
to make their dresses when
soldier's footsteps
faded with their pipe
smoke and their talking
dwindled to a word
here and there--
an intermittent raindrop ping
that hit a tin bucket beneath
the rooftop leak.
Like this,
the sound of an old Cherokee woman
ripping cloth for a tear dress is a
bell in the air--
its own thunderclap,
its own small joy amid destruction.
For more information on the book or to purchase click here:
http://www.amazon.com/Red-Window-Marianne-Aweagon-Broyles/dp/098166931X
Here is one of my favorite poems from the book:
Tear Dress
It is black, trimmed in red satin
for a granddaughter
of the Wolf Clan.
The pattern is so precise,
diamonds near the hem with
straight lines, made so by
patience and
modern convenience.
When my Cherokee ancestors were
on The Trail, the cavalry took
away the women's scissors.
They found other ways.
Like tearing
strips of calico
to make their dresses when
soldier's footsteps
faded with their pipe
smoke and their talking
dwindled to a word
here and there--
an intermittent raindrop ping
that hit a tin bucket beneath
the rooftop leak.
Like this,
the sound of an old Cherokee woman
ripping cloth for a tear dress is a
bell in the air--
its own thunderclap,
its own small joy amid destruction.
For more information on the book or to purchase click here:
http://www.amazon.com/Red-Window-Marianne-Aweagon-Broyles/dp/098166931X
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