Shopping for a DrumSome heavy drums had barkand some had fur from unknown animalsand one lovely Michigan drum, I was toldwould balance my chakras.Its sound resonated through me.Hmmmm. My chakrasseem to be okay.I shook rattles and shuffled around the shopwhile the clerk pretendednot to see.Then I found a noiseso exquisitely piercing and clearit could cause Ezekiel to rise—to rise and dance.
Dance Ezekiel dance.And may I have the next dance?And while dancingI’ll play my hand made bellfrom Cameroon.
Not your hum-drum drumbut forged in a furnace and shapedinto an iron throat fastenedto a wooden handle that fits my hand well.There is a stick to bang on itfastened with a hemp rope.I believe my Cameroon bell will be heard on Earthand other dimensions as well.
This poem is from my book, The Wilderness Within
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Review of The Wilderness Within
Barbara Spring’s love of nature and ancient beings is demonstrated in this book of poems. Images of pterodactyls mingle with bears and hummingbirds. Through her words, whales sing, goddesses dance and dragons swallow the moon. Interspersed among the verses are pictures of Inuit sculptures and cave paintings, as well as essays telling of native people or explorers.
Ms. Spring does not choose the safety of a single type of poetry. Instead, her verses traipse across the pages in a daring dance, tiptoeing from free verse to shape poetry to Ethere to Haiku. The result is verse that not only appeals to the ear, but the eye as well. The Wilderness Within will engage any poetry enthusiast.