Dance
Dance not upon
Swollen dew soaked
Meadows
But on banks of mill pools
Deep dark and still
Where I shall have
My way between these
Shadows
Keen and calling
Deep dark and still
Somewhere gasping
Laughing loving mid
Quiet forest
Cool calm and becoming
Deep dark and still
Then to dance a dance
Of freedom sighing
Ne'er to come
This way again
Dark deep and still
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments7
Fantastic! I've had a song call dance monkey in my head all morning, now I'm going to have to play it!
Really enjoyed what felt like in and out of the dark and light, the dance of life!
I am delighted.. what a smashing thing to say.. cheers Dan...... Neville
So clear your amorous tale I feel I am on that mill-pool bank and dancing in between deep shadows - a lovely first read of my day dear Neville.
Now that would be something to look forward to ... a fine thing indeed my friend.. Bless you and bless you true...
What you up to in that forest?! Don't fall on me like a ton of bricks, but that happened on a similar comment I made to a poet. That'll teach me to be too familiar! lol.
familiarity killed the cat..... and the guinea-pig but hey... thank you for the tip off.... N
I envision an abandoned place where shadows dance hauntingly, with a stagnant pool of still and dark waters.
Very enjoyable piece.
I always imagined these words would be variously perceived and am more than happy with your interpretation... Thank you Suresh....
Neville
May that dance go on forever and never fail you Nev.
what a nice thought to retire on this blustery eve..... thank you kindly GF60...
Neville
Lovely evocative piece, nicely penned
Thank you Seren.... you are most kind... Neville
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