Constance La France Poet Narrative

Dipping My Hair In Blue

We are at the junction of the Little River and the Ottawa River,
journeying into the Canadian wilderness by canoe, the
paddles stroke slowly into the water, paddles heavily incised
with vines and flowers, and I am dipping my hair into the deep blue.
Spirit, is a native man in a crisp white shirt, his head shaved
but for one braid with feathers, his blue leggings enthrall
me, intricate beaded moccasins are sublime, his leather
pouch and glass jewelry lovely, I think I love him . . . 
Falcon, a beautiful man with raven hair falling down his back,
his feathers are fluttering in the wind, he has dangling earrings,
a red cape edged with gold threads, his beads are exquisite,
and he is telling me stories and smiling at me . . . 
I could love him, and I am dipping my hair into the deep blue.
O, how can this Ojibwe girl choose, I love them both . . .
I truly do, but luckily for me this is a dream and I can love both.

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December 10, 2012


Poetry/Narrative/Dipping My Hair Into The Blue
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1086-821-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.


Submitted to Standard Contest 520
sponsor, Brian Strand

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Constance La France November 29, 2018 at 6:04 PM Darlene, thanks for visiting and for that sweet comment, appreciate so much, I loved writing this poem ~

Darlene De Beaulieu November 28, 2018 at 9:58 AM Hello Dear Heart, I like the dream you had. As I read this poem i felt myself being drawn into your dream. have a nice day my friend. Constance La France November 29, 2018 at 6:04 PM :-)

Constance La France November 24, 2018 at 10:15 AM Phillip, thanks for visiting my poem with that wonderful comment, I do know what you mean, I think it was because I was inspired by two paintings of native Canadian Indians at the art gallery and wanted to tell a story around those images, truly hope I honored their beauty ~

Phillip Garcia November 23, 2018 at 10:11 PM I love this. It feels like you deviated a touch from your standard (super exceptional) approach and the results are outstanding. It flows so freely while it also seems to adhere to a more restrictive form. I'm not articulating what I'm trying to say, very well, I don't think so I'll quit and simply tell ya u done good.

Constance La France November 23, 2018 at 10:30 AM Thank you Paul for visiting and commenting, appreciate, I actually get a lot of inspiration from art, like I did with these paintings of the two Indian men, I love walking the galleries and pondering an art piece for inspiration ~

Paul Callus November 22, 2018 at 4:43 PM Absolutely beautiful poetic narrative, Constance! We truly need be thankful to inspiration, fantasy and imagination! Regards // paul

Constance La France November 22, 2018 at 8:54 AM Eve, thanks for visiting and for the beautiful, appreciate ~

Eve Roper November 21, 2018 at 11:04 PM Beautiful imagery and great poem...Good luck in the contest....

Constance La France November 21, 2018 at 4:59 PM Thank you Chris and Pixie for visiting and commenting, so appreciate, actually I was inspired by two paintings at the National Gallery of Canada in the Canadian Aboriginal Section ~

Mystic Rose Rose November 21, 2018 at 12:04 PM Only in dreams can we reach the platform of true love and desire. Your poetry is beautifully expressed, Thank you for sharing dear heart.

Chris Green November 21, 2018 at 11:39 AM What a wonderful and enchanting poetic dream. Your poems are always so mesmerizing to me. Really beautifully done.