NaBloPoMo : Storm Dance.

30 Days, 30 Posts: NaBloPoMo

 

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One  by one they fall they are lifted  by the wind  and hurled

Around outside my window . In a mad St Vitus’ dance twirl,

Round and round  like tarantella spiders spiraling in all directions

Almost  kissing tenderly as they pass, pseudo affections.

 

And now the music starts  in the trees across the road

Swaying musicians  they are abandoning themselves in rhythmic overload.

Now comes the tippa tapping  the pitta patting window rattling

Fast and furious the dance is curious and strong , the windows rattling.

 

So it continues the beating  music and the  mad dance

The flowers join the leaves  as they skim the grass in a  light fandango they prance.

Shall I join them ? No not me here in the warm I would rather be

As I watch them an old failure feeling crept over me. Yes I wished  like them I was free.