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TATKAAR | In her poem, Shringi Kumari aligns with her foremothers through dance.

Poetry

by Shringi Kumari


A piercing alāp 
has travelled down my spine
for generations

The many women that have built
me— from nothing
set my teeth— in a mindless mouth
are here to speak
through my feet

Charred molasses of their love
has thickened around my ankles
to perform
to vermillion ragas
— our scalding heirloom

These bells on my anklets,
they weigh of pithy desires
they weigh of held screeches
— of my foremothers
reduced to a thread
— of women who have given me
these two feet to tremble on
these two hands to carry mudras


Today, they have stopped with me
here; eyes carrying layers of wet songs
Hands tapping on the floor
They are here— thumping through air
coaxing me into a laden
tatkaar 

~

Tatkaar is the dance sound that is produced from stomping footwork  in Kathak (Indian classical dance) where the emphasis is on the sounds produced by the feet and the bells the dancers wear on their feet.


Shringi Kumari | @shringcy @shringikumarishringikumari.com/ | medium.com/@shringikumari

Shringi is a game designer/researcher/writer who has published fiction and poetry. She actively blogs on Medium and her debut poetry collection ‘The Saree Shop’ launched recently.

1 comment on “TATKAAR | In her poem, Shringi Kumari aligns with her foremothers through dance.

  1. Only a poet can connect dots of space and time and bring to us the picture of whole urging us to see what we have missed in observation and perception.
    Tatkar does that. I could see the stories and lives of all mothers unfolding in the beats and sounds of the dance, carried today by not just a descendant, but the entire existence and life itself that has played through in these connected heartbeats. Such a powerful song .

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