It's Still Life

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