Cheltenham is near winter
the air deep-chilled
on these still mornings
when cold settles
to make breath smoke and drift
lazy in the early silence
it is quiet here
the street is sleeping
and I am alone
to see the broad-leaf dancer
on the green carpet of nature strip
beneath a lifeless tree
across the road
rising tall
four straight shoots stand
unmoving and rigid
surrounding a colleague
with an unstoppable
need to move
in the urgent vibrations
of a private rhythm
some of us are born to dance
even if we have to dance alone
in the chill silence
of a Cheltenham morning
~
- Author: Frank Prem ( Offline)
- Published: November 1st, 2017 00:58
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments6
Beautifully written Frank. Had to look up broad-leaf dancer and came up with broad-leaf cattail, hope that is the one.
Trying to imagine that chilly cold Cheltenham morning while sweating in the heat here. 🙂
Aw Fred, I confess that I don't know what the plant was - just long green leaves about a metre in length. All still, but for the one, which simply couldn't keep still.
Got the jitterbug, I think.
I thought you folk were heading into winter?
The only difference between summer and winter is that the nights are cooler, some mornings chilli (at least for us) and more rain. During the day you sweat.
This evokes such strong images and I can feel the cold - a great write Frank.
Thanks Michael. The event was a long time ago, but I still remember it vividly. It affected me so that I go out of my way to look at clusters of leaves or stalks to see if one alone might be dancing. Silly but a small pleasure.
Good write and great imagery.
Thank you GF.
You dancing there?! Good write Frank.
I am indeed O. All alone is no fun, though. Up and at em, if you please.
Cheltenham is just a few hours North away from from me so I'm getting the chills also. love this writing.
Hi Kevin. Thank you. I must tell you though, that my Cheltenham is in Australia (Melbourne). Probably the same weather, though.
Indeed, we all dance through life alone ... some times with partners, sometimes without. Another fine write, Frank.
Glad you enjoyed, Louis.
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