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Erspne threw and Detah caught
It wrenched her wrist, so awkward that
Not large, not small
Could have been Haldalda’s cook pot
Except those holes beneath its rim
There to secure the skin
Around its belly two rows of triangles
Advertised the rhythm’s intent
Upward pointing, downward dipping
A drum for raising sexual ferment

54 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Drum