A Dance Into the Well Beyond
We’ll dance over the sun,
amongst the weeds and red dust,
dance with the backdoor hanging
on one hinge.
We’ll dance light as a butterfly’s wing.
Dance our way into a sunset’s throat.
A beat on our senses,
that drum-tap,
plucked like a strut,
skirts in a twirl,
hand-fanning music,
feet feathering the beat.
We’ll dance amongst the flowering
almonds and honeysuckle, and
the beating heat of a Seville-orange sun.
We’ll dance until the dark and death
carry us off to a place well beyond.
Miz Q American Dance #1 Prompted by a YouTube video of American Dance. Image extract Bruegel the Elder “The Fall of the Rebel Angels” © Misky 2021
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3 responses to “for Miz Quickly’s American Dance #1”
WOW Misky. Beautiful. I think the lady would love this about her dancing.
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“Dance our way into a sunset’s throat.”
Powerful image.
I do think life was harder ‘then’ – but then when the work was done, they played harder too.
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Seville orange sun—American flamenco! olé!
Fine piece.
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