Omnibus
She dances in the forest
Nocturne strikes at night
Her arm swings up in a crest
Toes floating through the grass
Omnibus
Bends and flows
Goes her robe
Hair put up tight
Dark skin in the moonlight
Omnibus
Eyes closed
Lips pursed
Arms drop
Time stops
Omnibus
His white glove round a tree
Petticoat swings with glee
Eyes slant barely
Smile twitches hardly
Omnibus
His hairs flitting, loose
Moving freely, noose
Spin, swish, swick
He hauls her quick
Omnibus
Her knees bent
Noose neck
Tear stained face
Away the stool he does take
Omnibus
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Author:
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Comments1
Very good imagery and well put together piece ...beautifully done...enjoyed
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