The Death Dance

The Death Dance

A Chapter by Cherrie Palmer

None but me stand; waves of anger and sorrow flood my depths as I see the ground beneath me soaked in the souls of my people.  The bonfire blazes, I have laid out the drums and pipe to call the spirits, though I have not a kinsman to beat the drums or pass the pipe.  Great care will be given to send them to the stars.

 My heart and mind can hear both music and song as my feet begin the dance of death to send them on their journey. “Mother, father of days long lived receive these people of noble honor. Cradle my son and make him a man and give comfort to his mother.”

The wind whispers in my ear but will not tell me what destroyed this place. I know not what beast or devil laid waste to my people. Braves dead without a fight, maidens lifeless with no hope of a kiss and I away looking for a new place for us to live. Now my walk will be without life as I prepare to dance.

The memories of their faces line the circle. Heavy are their souls waiting for me to release them. I have taken great care to my costume every feather and bead in place. My dance follows the trail of the moon my heart is heavy as is my feet and with the rising of the sun I leave the valley of bitter waters.



© 2019 Cherrie Palmer


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Sadly, it seems those with gentle spirits get plowed over by so-called "progress" which is actually greed and power. I've been a follower of native spirituality for 30 years, as I love the way respect for others & respect for the planet are central. Your story not only gives us a glimpse of the slaughter of their civilizations, but also conveys the nobility of the way they live/lived. We cannot afford to lose their point of view, which is why I love reading your stories with these threads (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

8 Months Ago

I'm too disgusted these days to make any political statements about how the minorities are being tre.. read more
Cherrie Palmer

8 Months Ago

It seems with people there must always be a they. Every few years we redefine they but we just can't.. read more
barleygirl

8 Months Ago

Amen, sista! (((HUGS)))



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this chapter reminds of my poem Soldier Boy that wrote so long ago. I seldom write poems anymore unless I need one for one of my novels as opening or a spell of some sort. But I find this piece very moving and i can understand where it comes from.

Posted 10 Months Ago


Cherrie Palmer

10 Months Ago

Thank you, I'll have to look that up.
Sadly, it seems those with gentle spirits get plowed over by so-called "progress" which is actually greed and power. I've been a follower of native spirituality for 30 years, as I love the way respect for others & respect for the planet are central. Your story not only gives us a glimpse of the slaughter of their civilizations, but also conveys the nobility of the way they live/lived. We cannot afford to lose their point of view, which is why I love reading your stories with these threads (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

8 Months Ago

I'm too disgusted these days to make any political statements about how the minorities are being tre.. read more
Cherrie Palmer

8 Months Ago

It seems with people there must always be a they. Every few years we redefine they but we just can't.. read more
barleygirl

8 Months Ago

Amen, sista! (((HUGS)))
And to this day they are still continually given the short end of the stick. Although they have learned a little better to stand up for themselves. I do a lot of work in Native American communities and its both sad and hopeful at the same time. Great piece of writing here Cherrie...

Posted 10 Months Ago


Cherrie Palmer

10 Months Ago

The sad thing is the hate just takes turns the who but the hate never dies.
A fine write Cherrie. The way Native Americans were treated back then was truly shocking. Tragic what happened.

Chris



Posted 10 Months Ago


Cherrie Palmer

10 Months Ago

I don't know why people always need to have an use and them. But it seems that one mistake we keep m.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

10 Months Ago

I have just read again Cherrie, your lines are beautifully written and really capture the emotion of.. read more
Cherrie Palmer

10 Months Ago

Thank you, I came across rhat photo and just began to wonder, why. The idea for the title cane fi.. read more
The valley of bitter waters... colors our days and the moon mourns their spirits once joyful... now looking for a waterfall in a new world. So many of us have ancestry that we dance 💃 in prayer to their spirit. truly penned with an understanding heart. with love, Pat

Posted 10 Months Ago


Cherrie Palmer

10 Months Ago

Thank you Pat
Wonderful feel in this story. I liked the honest tone and real life feel of the words. The voice is the chapter spoke with concern and care. Thank you Cherrie for sharing the amazing chapter.
Coyote

Posted 10 Months Ago


the trail of tears i am reminded of with this stirring write...i have felt so much guilt over how we treated the Native Americans way back when...even though i was not around...there is still guilt...cruel retaliation for the kindness they showed.
j.

Posted 10 Months Ago


Cherrie Palmer

10 Months Ago

There has been so many things we as a nation did against them.


Cherrie Palmer

10 Months Ago

There has been so many things we as a nation did against them.


a damn fine write indeed... my mouth went dry reading and I could taste the dust, smoke and sunlight rising... N

Posted 10 Months Ago


Neville

10 Months Ago

and so you should be.. am gonna read on...
Cherrie Palmer

10 Months Ago

Ya know a writer never gets tired of hearing that. :)
Neville

10 Months Ago

I do know that..... ;)

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Cherrie Palmer
Cherrie Palmer

Oakland, AR



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I am a published poet and love poetry. My husband and I live near the White River, and love trout fishing. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: O.. more..

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