poem, poetry, Sonnet

The Dance – A Free Association Prompt Stomp

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The Dance

Her voice twisted and tangled as it wove
a lyric story that took place long ago.
Drums pound the way back through time, where we dove
into deep pools of magic for the show.
A slow telling of mysteries by fire
light where each gesture brought revelation.
Shadows gather and listen without tire.
Perspiration mixed with inspiration
leads the dance accompanied by hawk’s cry
and we, travelers from far flung future sit,
listen to a time gone by as we scry.
With our ancestors we’re one in spirit.
But the dance of ages goes on wearing
faces that change; there’s truth in the telling.

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I was belly dancing while I wrote this. (Trying to anyway, I’m not very good at it yet hence the whole dancing about in my apartment where there is no audience.) Yeah I do that–dance and write, walk and write, etc. I know I’m weird. 🙂

Courtesy of Prompt Stomp‘s topic for the week, free association writing. You asked for it.

10 thoughts on “The Dance – A Free Association Prompt Stomp”

  1. You can belly dance, mad skills! The sonnet drew me to picture a grow of people in the dead of a chilly night, sitting round a blazing fire with one person telling stories. Spooky yet exciting.

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    6. In the past, I also used my library but they are all gone with my laptop and I have not picked up the camera in awhile. So I went back to public domain images. If you do not, always fill out all the spaces when you upload an image on here, google pulls it and it leads readers to your blog.

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