Riverdance

His feet move deftly

Swinging and shifting

Ever so gracefully

 

He has mastered the art form

Captured the emotion behind the movement

The spirit behind his dance

Is embodied in every way

 

Each new bend and twist

Haunting

Causing all to stare in fascination

He holds this audience

In the palm of his hands

 

Yet those stay behind his back

 

His head is lowered

He cares not for the audience

But only for the satisfaction

That is brought to him through this

 

His back arches

Hips swing in an uncanny rhythm

But there can be no eye contact

This would distract from

The meaning behind his movements

 

So sad he must be

Dancing to no music

But still

He sends shivers

Down the spines of the onlookers

 

Drives goose bumps

To the surface of the flesh

Of the crowd

 

No music

Only the droning voice

Of one man beside him

 

He holds all attention

Here in the courtyard

Until finally

His act is over

There is no more dancing

There is no more movement

 

Only a man being cut

From the end of a rope

01/11/2013

0439 am

Reviews

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You have invented this genre of the micro thriller and you are a maestro in it. The detailing is brilliant and you create the perfect atmosphere. The effect is dramatic and thought-provoking. The closing is spectacular. Excellent work, my friend.