The Dance and the Dancers Both

 

The dance begins at half past two.

They break us, bend us, lash us to

Their silhouettes and pirouettes,

Across the maps of fiefdoms formed.

 

On barricades and barbed-wire proms

They build themselves a wall of trees,

And there they prance their mountain dance

To rules set out by forest kings.

 

We cower beneath their dancing shoes,

Their ballroom, breath room, cold war gloom.

They chat, and rat-a-tat, and crack

Our tarantella minds with tap.

 

At three they leave us to our tears,

To empty moves in darkened rooms.

 

 

stream of words poem written in response to:

http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/06/09/prompt-7-nonsensemadness/

 

 

 

10 thoughts on “The Dance and the Dancers Both

  1. This is great. I particularly love, “We cower beneath their dancing shoes / Their ballroom, breath room, cold war gloom” 🙂

  2. Excellent! I always think your wonderful poetry rhymes – when it doesn’t – it flows so beautifully and expertly. Gifted you are Cheesewolf.

    Ann :o]

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