The Poets Dance

Enter the carnival of creativity. Feel the heat of the summer and breath in the atmosphere. It's time to dance with the poets. Carpe Diem.

Paint pots and magic at the stroke of a brush, 
it’s the power of a picture from the lovers in lust. 
The splashing of water and addition of choice, 
it’s a musician’s beat, and the poets rejoice. 

Hungary caterpillars and the ladybugs dance, 
it’s nature’s festival and the Devil’s mischance. 
The warmth of summer’s night and a starry sky, 
it’s the sparkle of lanterns drifting up to Shanghai. 

The poets and the dreamers smear ink to the page, 
it’s lyrical fluidity entwining a white witch’s sage. 
The smells and the colours are a carnival of love, 
it’s the power of family, joyous tears up above. 

Live in these moments and build memories to keep, 
it’s time for our picture before we lose it to sleep. 
So take my hand, as we enter the tent filled with light, 
it’s an entrance to happiness, and it’s just to your right. 

Reviews

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Love your last stanza the most, deeply emotional and powerful.
I enjoyed reading this write, you are a very gifted writer, love this.