Poem: "Braiding Manes"
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ysabetwordsmithThis poem is spillover from the December 6, 2022 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from fuzzyred and see_also_friend. It also fills the "Prairies" square in my 12-1-22 card for the Wonders of Nature Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with fuzzyred. It belongs to the Dr. Infanta and Iron Horses threads of the Polychrome Heroics series.
"Braiding Manes"
[Monday, September 28, 2015]
Kenzie wasn't much interested in politics.
Studying spiritual responsibilities, yes;
various types of tribal activism, yes;
cultural events like powwows, yes;
but his role in the state affairs of
Rocky Boy's Reservation consisted
largely of taking his horse form and
dressing up in full regalia to carry
elders to important meetings.
So he knew that the Maldives
and Thalassia were reaching out
to the First Nations and had sent
representatives around Montana,
but he hadn't followed it too closely.
Then he found out that one of
the representatives was a horse.
Judd wasn't particularly interested
in politics either, having come along
with a human friend; but he was
quite interested in finding out
how the locals treated horses.
Thus Kenzie came out
to the tribal corral to find
a swarm of maidens armed
with brushes and combs,
baskets of flowers, mirrors,
and bundles of ribbons.
Oh, so Judd liked
dressing up too.
This ought to be fun.
So far, the girls were
bedecking Judd with
flowers in shades of
pink, purple, and white.
Indian paintbrush was
a deep pinkish-red.
Hoary tansy-aster and
smooth blue aster were
lavender and pale blue.
White prairie aster and
yarrow were both white.
They all looked splendid
against his glossy black coat.
Kenzie's appearance made
the girls scurry out into the prairie
to search for different flowers.
They brought goldenrod,
golden tickseed, and
prairie coneflower in
shades of yellow.
The blanketflowers
were yellow with bits
of red, orange, bronze,
or brown in the centers.
They looked dazzling
against his chestnut spots.
It was so relaxing to stand
in the warm sun with girls
combing and brushing
and braiding his mane.
Judd reached over
and draped his head
over Kenzie's back
in a horsey hug.
Yeah, that was nice.
* * *
Notes:
Montana Fall Flowers (see family Asteraceae)
Kenzie: blanketflower, goldenrod, golden tickseed, prairie coneflower
Judd: Indian paintbrush, hoary tansy-aster, smooth blue aster, white prairie aster, yarrow
Braiding manes and tails of horses is often done for parades. You can also use artificial clip-on flowers.
fuzzyred and see_also_friend. It also fills the "Prairies" square in my 12-1-22 card for the Wonders of Nature Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with fuzzyred. It belongs to the Dr. Infanta and Iron Horses threads of the Polychrome Heroics series."Braiding Manes"
[Monday, September 28, 2015]
Kenzie wasn't much interested in politics.
Studying spiritual responsibilities, yes;
various types of tribal activism, yes;
cultural events like powwows, yes;
but his role in the state affairs of
Rocky Boy's Reservation consisted
largely of taking his horse form and
dressing up in full regalia to carry
elders to important meetings.
So he knew that the Maldives
and Thalassia were reaching out
to the First Nations and had sent
representatives around Montana,
but he hadn't followed it too closely.
Then he found out that one of
the representatives was a horse.
Judd wasn't particularly interested
in politics either, having come along
with a human friend; but he was
quite interested in finding out
how the locals treated horses.
Thus Kenzie came out
to the tribal corral to find
a swarm of maidens armed
with brushes and combs,
baskets of flowers, mirrors,
and bundles of ribbons.
Oh, so Judd liked
dressing up too.
This ought to be fun.
So far, the girls were
bedecking Judd with
flowers in shades of
pink, purple, and white.
Indian paintbrush was
a deep pinkish-red.
Hoary tansy-aster and
smooth blue aster were
lavender and pale blue.
White prairie aster and
yarrow were both white.
They all looked splendid
against his glossy black coat.
Kenzie's appearance made
the girls scurry out into the prairie
to search for different flowers.
They brought goldenrod,
golden tickseed, and
prairie coneflower in
shades of yellow.
The blanketflowers
were yellow with bits
of red, orange, bronze,
or brown in the centers.
They looked dazzling
against his chestnut spots.
It was so relaxing to stand
in the warm sun with girls
combing and brushing
and braiding his mane.
Judd reached over
and draped his head
over Kenzie's back
in a horsey hug.
Yeah, that was nice.
* * *
Notes:
Montana Fall Flowers (see family Asteraceae)
Kenzie: blanketflower, goldenrod, golden tickseed, prairie coneflower
Judd: Indian paintbrush, hoary tansy-aster, smooth blue aster, white prairie aster, yarrow
Braiding manes and tails of horses is often done for parades. You can also use artificial clip-on flowers.
Re: Thoughts
Date: 2024-02-09 12:30 am (UTC)The more typical equivalent would be forbidding your kid from watching horror movies.
Re: Thoughts
Date: 2024-02-09 01:11 am (UTC)I learned that I didn't like most horror movies, although I did go through a phase where I watched all the killer-bee movies available. Most horror movies didn't really entertain me and/or gave me nightmares, rather complicated by my farmemory.
But I learned more from this approach than I would have from a ban. Also, my parents and I knew each other well enough that, if they said I really shouldn't watch something, I figured they were probably right. That was maybe two or three things? We watched some pretty hardcore stuff together, like The Day After, which was a nuclear attack show.
I had asynchronous development too, but I think everyone's pattern is unique. I did fine managing my emotions if other people would stay out of the way while I did it. Most of the conflict was over other people trying to make me something I'm not, and that never went well for them.
Re: Thoughts
Date: 2024-02-09 04:43 am (UTC)"No because I said so," is a very poor method to raise children, in my opinion. I think I can only recall using it once (after a few minutes logic and persuasion failed to get the kids away from the darned poison ivy). Usually if I have to say something, I will try to have a reason, i.e. "Don't wrestle on the blacktop, because someone might get hurt. Wrestle on the grass instead."
...for the record, I am not currently a parent, so YMMV.
>>Most horror movies didn't really entertain me and/or gave me nightmares, rather complicated by my farmemory.<<
I used to like crime shows for their puzzles, but as of late I find the cruelty (fashionable in modern shows) to be extremely distressing. And that's why I gave up on watching Criminal Minds and Law and Order SVU.
>>I had asynchronous development too, but I think everyone's pattern is unique. I did fine managing my emotions if other people would stay out of the way while I did it.<<
I think I've always been a little high-stress/high-strung, and looking at my family it seems to be at least a little genetic, and correlated with smarts. I think the intelligence kind of goes into overdrive, like an overheating computer.
>>Most of the conflict was over other people trying to make me something I'm not, and that never went well for them.<<
I think I am less inclined to be viciously defensive than you are (Beware the Nice Ones nonwithstanding), but somehow people have never been able to force unwanted friendships (or other positive relationships) on me. I am /crazy/ stubborn.