Buxton Shippy

Freshman - 717 Points (7-27-55 / Montego Bay, Jamaica)

The Ritual Of A Summer-Time-Line - Poem by Buxton Shippy

Every time I see your face
Stir me to embrace
A Summer-time-line.
In this place,
They skip and twirl
For a muted audience,
In a venomous world.

Wet from attention,
The spirits of the players
In this time
Performed for ancestors,
Clapped, stared, jumped,
Spun in the air
In this ritual
Of a Summer-time-line.

Not ordinary,
Foamed at the mouth
Through pupils set in blood
Talked to bungo-drums.
The Sanctuary comes down;
For in a Summer-time-line
God rejoice.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 4, 2013

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