The Mute Swan

In the Hindu mythology Tandava is the dance of creation and destruction.

Swan song

Of the burning dawn

Twilight’s concerto

Played to an empty house

 

Movements broken

Pieces fall, crumble

Beneath the weight

Of words

 

Andante,

 

The pace so listless

Plays out in time

Perambulate the

Black sky

 

Maestro,

Play to the crowd

Flick of the wrist

 

Tip of the tongue

Could never say it

So ably

 

Reverberate,

Sounds resonate

Echo the sentiment

 

Tandava,

 

Fate lends her hand

Do you lead or follow?

The cosmic dance

 

Desire burned to ashes

The eye of god

Closed for too long

Reviews

[Ruth]

Transcendental :)
Superb use of imagery once more...you have a talent for making poetry sing! Literally! Easy to love this and re-read over and over!
xx

[Nobody.]

This is a phonic tapdance. Loved it.
Cheers!