Christal Marie - A Poem by D.M.D. Goodhead
- By D. M. D. Goodhead
- Published February 2, 2008
- Poems
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D. M. D. Goodhead
D. M. D. Goodhead. has a Bachelors in literature from the University of Nigeria, Nsukka, and a Master of Fine Arts in fiction from the University of Washington. He won third place in the Zora Neale Hurston/Richard Wright literary competition in 1999. He will be concluding his Ph.D. in literary theory and criticism in June 2008. In addition to theory and criticism, Goodhead's other areas of interest are African and African Diaspora Studies, Postcolonial Studies, Theatre and moviemaking.
View all Entries by D. M. D. GoodheadA swelling din is heard around the mountain-watched Northwest and travel
from coast to coast, until they are heard all over the land.
Aye! aye came the roaring cry, once, twice, thrice, and circling the entire land,
again.
O roaring Hec, O roaring Hec, O roaring Hec, O roaring Hec, the stars have come
To ol’ Hec, and shooting stars fall like confetti from the rafters. The stars have come to Ol’ Hec, and a shower of meteor light heralds our fearsome roar. O stars, O stars, O stars.
The hapless opponent could not stop the moving flood, and ere we had warmed
to the comfort of our seats, the sorry team though fighting valiantly was down
3-love. Mastery comes from attention to detail. Mastery comes from hours spent alone
& with others on the practice court, and moves, feints, and sundry maneuvers accumulate
like raindrops in a bucket. O like raindrops in a bucket. O like raindrops in a bucket,
until the bucket of skill and mastery is overflowing with the killing hand, with the killing
move, with the killing gesture. O take me to the court of mastery, let me learn and be a star. O take me to the court of mastery, let me learn in arduous hours the secret of star fires. Let me learn in arduous hours the secret of star fires. O star fire. O star fire. O star fire.
A merry company we were then when we left the court, and atop our merry flag,
We hoisted legends in praise of our darling team. We sang. We gamboled. We sang.
The song of the spheres was in our ears, starlight lit the length and breadth of the storied
campus.
Ah—
Dawg land
dawg land
dawg land
Old Socrates appeared before us again like the gray-bearded Zephyr, and raising
His ancient but sturdy hand like a pole hoisting a flag to ol’ Aeolus of Thessaly,
Said again in a trilling, but steady voice—
Ah, Christal Marie, ah Christal Marie, ah, Christal Marie
Wait,
Wait,
Until
She
Begins
To
Burn
The
Dog-eared
Tomes
With the cunning patience of the fabled tortoise
& grow
in the courts
of learning
to the heights
of a sage Mandarin
She
Will
Become
A
Double
Weapon,
Star fire in the courts of learning
Queen
Of
The
Wide
Arena
O star fire
O star fire
O star fire
& then the sweet-singing muses will say of her, O star fire, O star fire, O star fire
She descends from Curie and Godimer, Morrison and Buck
O star fires, O star fires, O star fires
The stars of the wide arena sing, they sing of Jackie-Joyner Kersee and Mia Hamm
& the vast constellation of stars before them, now with them, and will come after them.
Stars, a new star burns now in the firmament, a new star burns now in the circle
Of the ever-burning flame. It sends its rays far and near. It sends its rays to the far-flung
Corners of the earth.
—Once when I was a little boy, growing up on a palm-tree-watched island of the
Delta, I looked up to the sky and saw the stars, and my world became bigger
Than anything I could put in words. My world became bigger than Everest, bigger
Than Kilimanjaro, bigger than the thunders of a tempestuous sky, and I dreamt of worlds
Beyond the tiny island. I dreamt of worlds beyond the tiny island, like a flock of birds
Following the star-lined paths of migratory routes.
O dreams of a little boy, O dreams of a little boy, O dreams of a little boy
Beyond home, away from home, beyond home, away from home, O dreams of a little
boy, beyond home, away from home, beyond home, away from home, the little island
Boy
Saw the star, and followed the migratory route, like a flock of wild birds.
O dreams of a little boy, O dreams of a little boy, O dreams of a little boy—
In the outback, in the Andes, in the lands of Latin America, Asia, Europe,
Middle-Eastern lands, & here at home, on the countless islands and archipelagos
Of the earth, in
A little girl will see her star, a little girl will see her star, a little girl will see her star
& ordering her ways to the call of the constellation Christal Marie will imagine worlds
greater than her tiny island home, will imagine worlds greater than her tiny island home.
O dreams of a little girl, O dreams of a little girl, O dreams of a little girl
O Christal Marie, her footprints spread from Dawg land to the far-flung reaches
Of the earth.
O Christal Marie, her footprints spread from Dawg land to the far-flung reaches
Of the earth.
O dreams of a little girl, O dreams of a little girl, O dreams of a little girl
The grizzled sage disappeared in the mantle of ol’ Aeolus, as suddenly
As he had appeared before us.
In his testaments we saw a banner year,
But the year was full of the harrowing songs of broken bones.
Ah, Christal Marie, she went down with a broken bone.
O, Christal Marie, she went down with a broken bone.
But would not go quietly away from the burning fray.
From the deep reaches of a steely strength that will rival that of famed Hercules,
She summoned all her powers and sallied into the fray.
O Christal Marie, her guts are made of steel, O Christal Marie, her guts are made
Of fire, O Christal Marie, her guts are like an unbreakable bow.
O star fire, O star fire, O star fire, O star fire, O star fire, O star fire, O star fire
Up to the round of four we went, but it was not to be a banner year
And the orchestra of the spheres bided its time to play the nine wonders of Beethoven’s
nine symphonies.
O dreams of a little girl, O dreams of a little girl, O dreams of a little girl
The year danced on with the deliberate feet of a wizened lady, the sun swept across
The vast earth in its unwavering course, and the moon sang a concatenation
Of golden songs in the bosom of romantic rivers.
The orchestra of the spheres waited until the year told its unwavering course,
& a mighty cheer swept through Dawg land, the wheels of fortune spun a countless
tales of hard work forged at the foundry of a countless practice games, of lonely moments
spent in lonely gyms, of conferences with Coach J., T., and other coaches, of countless
moves, of countless moments in player-to-player & player conferences.
O star fire, O star fire, O star fire, O star fire, O star fire, O star fire, O star fire
The year rolled on, a steady sweeping tide, as opponents fell by the way
Fell left
Fell right
Fell forward
& the tide rolled on, & continued to roll, roll, roll, roll on, the tide continued to roll.
O dreams of a little girl
O dreams of a little girl
O dreams of a little girl
The orchestra of the spheres bided its time, the marvelous wonders of Beethoven’s
Nine symphonies tucked away in the folds of a marvelous anticipation.
O star fire
O star fire
O star fire
The march began, O forget the bruising tide of a Roman-pincer march, O forget
The bruising tide of a Roman-pincer march, this was a march of marvelous beauty
O this was a march of marvelous beauty, O this was a march of marvelous beauty.
Five opponents at the barricades against the purple march, ah, five opponents
At the barricades against the purple march, the flood came and took all five away.
The flood came and took all five away.
O star fire
O star fire
O star fire
At the final barricade stood the towering giants of
Hailed them the primal queens of the land. O Godzilla, O Godzilla, O Godzilla
At the final barricade, at the final barricade, at the final barricade
Before the sweeping tide of the purple queens.
We stood like startled trees, our blood sweeping through arterial and venous
pathways like the wild-rushing flood.
O dreams of a little girl
O dreams of a little girl
O dreams of a little girl
We stood like startled trees all through the sweat-soaked game, adrenaline
Oozed from every pore, adrenaline oozed from every rafter, adrenaline oozed
from the uttermost core.
A game like none other, a game more marvelous than the marvelous tales of Okri
& Marquez,
A game that fastened the feet to tiled earth, and yet the hands carried out a concatenation
Of countless dialogues, arguments, & ah! exclamations!
The barricade had been breached twice, & Godzilla was reeling, reeling, reeling
from the saber thrusts of purple queens and purple moves.
Ah—
Dawg land
dawg land
dawg land
The Godzilla of Nebraska reeled from the saber thrusts of purple queens & purple
moves.
The climax came like a meteor shower, the last barricade was breached, breached, &
dealt the vanquishing blow.
Quick as a cat, the lithe gazelle conducted the winning point to the unguarded spot
in a sea of cornhusker hands, O in sea of cornhusker hands, O in a sea of cornhusker hands,
O in a sea of cornhusker hands—
& the sweeping flood swept through the last barricade, O the sea sweeping flood
swept through the last barricade, O the sweeping flood swept through the last
barricade.
Tears fell like confetti.
Joy spun through different constellations of cartwheels.
The labor of years, the labor of countless lonely moments, the labor of countless
thud, thud, thud in a lonely gym, of strategy sessions with Coach J., the labor
of innumerable moments
there at the hour of the triumphant cry.
O purple queens
O purple queens
O purple queens
Generations will recall the great purple march,
A little girl will see & follow the trail,
O trail to greatness, O trail to greatness, O trail to greatness.
Generations will recall the great purple march,
A little boy will see & follow the trail,
O trail to greatness, O trail to greatness, O trail to greatness
& Christal Marie, new star of the constellations, star of stars,
O stars of stars, O star of stars, your star fire shall guide the path
Of the adventurer, North Star throwing star fire in the path of the determined questor.
O star fire
O Christal Marie
O star fire.