Jingle

Jingle, jingle, jingle.

Tiny metal shells dance in tempo

Of heartbeat drums.

Light footed women dancing in gowns

Of bells without clappers,

Jingle, jingle, jingle.

Jing, jing, ting

The shells sound rings,

Becoming medicine

For the heart,

For the mind,

For the soul.

Rows and rows of

Jingle shells

Line the handmade hems,

Of handmade dresses,

The weight making music,

Curing.

Tiny cones,

Old tin snuffs.

Jingle, jingle, jingle.

It started with a dream.

The light jangle of conical shells

Spreading joy, health and pride

To daughters

In need of medicine.

Dance away lovely girls,

Jingling and jangling

In heavy tin shell dresses.

For they spread Pride,

Health,

Healing

Resilience.

Jingle,

Jingle,

Jingle.