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Moonshine Dancing
by Clara Mae GregoryMasticated tobacco spit
missed the metal spitoon
And hissed in a pig's bbq pit.
With Whiskyfied banjo strums,
the ole jug band played on
their mountain bluegrass tune.
The fiddler's on fire playing
to the dancers, moonshine lit,
swirling in the light of the moon. 06/20/2009 Author's Note: *a recent visit to the mountains to visit my 22 year old sweetest daughter and another poet-friend's new learned word (mastication) and subsequent poem she wrote based on the word, inspired this silly poem :)
*I like to personally challenge myself to practice form writing and vocabulary development. I have inspired a few young poets at another site to do the same and at the same time have fun with word play.(mastication means to chew-lol and when I first started to read her silly poem I thought it might've been about breastfeeding, as it certainly was an unknown word to me, lol.
*I am not yet satisfied with this but need to break from it. I will be getting back to it to revise it more.It needs more work and development. But this is the stage its at.
Posted on 06/20/2009
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 06/21/09 at 06:55 PM what a fun new word! you have painted a vivid image here, makes me want to go drive around the back roads of Tennessee! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/21/09 at 10:58 PM Great idea to take a word - either new or otherwise interesting - and work it into a poem. You did with great cleverness and rhythm here. Loads of great images and sounds spark my imagination. Trying to imagine that tobacco spit on the bbq pit but got yucked. Favorite piece of the poem: "...dancers, moonshine lit" Fun read and well done. From my point of view it needs no more work. |
| Posted by Mike Loftis on 06/23/09 at 11:57 PM I can actually hear the fiddle and the banjo no. Is that a mandolin in the background as well? Nice read Clara. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 07/17/09 at 05:07 PM Well on the the way to being a fine lyrical poem Clara. A suggestion...would you consider 'the fiddler's playing with fire'?
I like the contrast between the 'passive' moon and 'passionate' fire. |
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