MEETING UP WITH STUMP WOMAN


 

 

ALONG CAME STUMP WOMAN

 

Just a the floppy-eared boy and the donkey all floppy parts

Flopped and listened and heard as one the bright starsong

Just as four floppy ears danced down the wires to their hearts

With the brushing of angle wings foretold from time so long,

There stamped the squat figure of Stump Woman with no carts

Nor bearing no berries nor nectar to keep strong.

 

“Oh, Stump Woman, why leave your rest, your roots, your vale

“To stamp wobbly out here with us on the path to you-know-not-what

“When all we ask of you is to root right down for sitting while a tale

“Winds down the funneling floppy ears, singing the heart-wires of this and that

“Why uproot your old skirt to drag in this dust scarce settled after hoof rail

“Plodding the way to a place where you surely could not find a rest mat?”

 

“Oh, Flopping Eared Boy and Like-Eared Donkey, knew you not,

“Knew you not, I was pulled from taps into earth by most queer gust

“Indeed, lust of winds seeking shaken light from far away cot,

“So they whistled to me, swirling me up and out and to you in trust,

“That you heard the One True Tap Way in funneling ears to swot,

“Away all buzzings and fuzzings from my lowly branches, stripping the crust.”

 

“So, Stump Woman, we see you now all stripped and gleaming,

“So we hear your beaming, welcome your stamping between we two,

“So we hear from the brightest star a message fresh streaming,

“So new is the beaming of this joining on the road, a new crew,

“So now we are three all flopping and stamping, so newly steaming,

“With heated heart-wires and whittled stump sides to hear true.”

 

So the Floppy-Eared Boy and the Floppy-Eared Donkey listened in trod

Along a dusty path around hill and rock centered by Stump Woman in stamp

So the Boy and the Donkey and the Stump Woman flopped in nod

To the rhythm of the stars and the wings and the sway of loaded clamp

Of young girl’s mystery infilled leaning unheard by flopped ears or stamped clod

For the load of the donkey could not be seen by ears or stamping root in dewy damp.

 

NOTE:  On stamped and flopped the three new friends not seeing, only listening.

 
 

 

 

 

 

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14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Justin Mazza
    Dec 20, 2011 @ 11:01:39

    Hi Granbee,
    What a very interesting read here. I wasn’t expecting that.
    take care…

    • granbee
      Dec 20, 2011 @ 23:29:06

      Justin, thanks so much for dropping in. I am subscribing to your blog and left a comment on your 12/19/2011 post. If you were caught unawares for this post, just wait for the next few! My goal for 2012 is to publish an adult fairytale book!

  2. cottonbombs
    Dec 20, 2011 @ 12:30:27

    Rose!

    Of course, let us all see with our ears, taste with our hearts, sing with our eyes and feel with the smell of our laughter! Keep leading us blind people with the flute of your words.

    • granbee
      Dec 20, 2011 @ 23:30:32

      Peter, I should have known you would catch on right away to the elimination of some of the senses accompanied by an overdeveloped sense in each of these “sortof” human characters this week. The flute of my words! Get ON with your bad self!

  3. Caddo Veil
    Dec 20, 2011 @ 13:08:01

    I’m thinking that “listening” is good advice–“seeing” can be deceptive sometimes.

    • granbee
      Dec 20, 2011 @ 23:33:18

      Absolutely, Caddo–remember the BritSitCom “Keeping Up Appearances”–having grown up with a horde of older relatives all living in the Old South glory days in their heads, I certainlyl learned to be wary of what they wanted me to “see”. Listening from under a window in the lilac bush to the women talking as they sewed was a much more accurate source of information to guide my childhood actions!

  4. Savy
    Dec 21, 2011 @ 00:10:52

    How interesting and fascinating… What i would give to be inside your magnificent brain!

    • granbee
      Dec 21, 2011 @ 00:21:32

      Savy, you do NOT want to get trapped inside my brain–I am distant cousins with the Stump Woman! Thanks SO much for visitng and chatting today.

  5. willowdot21
    Dec 21, 2011 @ 00:43:16

    Wonderful , my imagination is working over time!!

  6. Angela
    Dec 21, 2011 @ 03:40:41

    These verses just make me smile, Granbee – literally :-), as I read them, I smile. This one reminded me of the energy of a holy Wizard of Oz moment.

    • granbee
      Dec 21, 2011 @ 03:54:56

      Wizard of Oz–YES!!! So glad you perceived this here! Also, remember the ENTS in the Lord of the Rings? But neither one of these inimitable allegories utilized an old, ugly, stamping Stump Woman, did they? We ol’ gals enable a whole lot of folkses doings with our stamping about and uprooting old stuff!

  7. lscotthoughts
    Dec 23, 2011 @ 12:40:09

    My imagination is also on overdrive and your imagination never ceases to amaze me, Rose! I wish you all the best in your publishing endeavors for the new year! That would be so exciting for you! I would also like to echo Cottonbombs poetic response~ 🙂

    • granbee
      Dec 23, 2011 @ 15:32:44

      Lauren, your good wishes mean a great deal to me! You show good judgment, as well, in echoing Peter, who is such a master with words! It means so very much to me to have you guys supporting my goals here. Let us journey on!

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