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The Feet of Pele
By L. 'Ailina Laranang
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Rated "G" by the Author.
An aging hula dancer reflects on her upbringing in a traditional hula school and is affected by the generation following her.
(Excerpt from The Feet of Pele)
My niece rose from the floor, shivering and stone-faced. The pahu drums thundered louder, ordering her feet--"re-turn, re-turn…." Janet lifted her chin and returned.
But the chant was lost. Soon, the drums stopped. The mana of their hula bled away into the wood floor. Janet and her hula sisters left a silent stage.
I did not go to see her in the dressing room. At the hotel, Janet came to the door, flushed and sick. She buried her face in my lei. "I'm so sorry, Aunty!"
"Shh, Ku'ulei.... Mai uē, dry your tears, now."
"Kumu asked me why, Aunty, I don't know what happened."
"Shh...nevamine you, ke keiki." I thought of Halema'uma'u. I thought of Rosie's lei resting across Pele's breasts. I should have gone to Pele myself.
Site: The Feet of Pele (The Danforth Review)
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