The Dance

The Dance

 

 

 

 

we’ll leave the chill of winter

on the ground

drink from fluted glasses

the remains of a Sauvignon

 

we’ll count the stars

we see within

each other’s eyes

then map the constellations

of Orion and Cassiopeia

in a northern sky

 

and the moon,

the moon shall be our champion

a beacon of light that dances upon

the Delilah in my hair.

 

Reviews

[D. Mansfield]

Beautiful poetry, painting a warm picture that made my heart go pitter patter

[Lorry]

And now that "dancing in the moonlight" is playing in my head!
😃
It also reminds me of the Italian of youth where the guy asked the gal "Are ye dancin'" to which she would reply "are ye asking?" To which the guy would reply "ah'm askin'" to which the woman would say "well ah'm dancin'"
If she was sat down and got up, a cruel trick would be to steal her seat and say "oh thank god. my feet are killing me!"
😃

[MCS]

I think it was Bob Marley who said “forget your troubles and dance.”
Your poem is a beautiful distraction from the never-ending winter up here.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Whatever brings light and warmth to the cold and gray of winter is a good start, right? Thank you, Mary. Sending the warmest of thoughts your way!

[MCS]

Thank you my dear friend