born to dance

Frank Prem

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 Offline)
  • Published: November 1st, 2017 00:58
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Comments6

  • FredPeyer

    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. 🙂

    • Frank Prem

      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?

      • FredPeyer

        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.

      • Michael Edwards

        This evokes such strong images and I can feel the cold - a great write Frank.

        • Frank Prem

          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.

        • Goldfinch60

          Good write and great imagery.

          • Frank Prem

            Thank you GF.

          • orchidee

            You dancing there?! Good write Frank.

            • Frank Prem

              I am indeed O. All alone is no fun, though. Up and at em, if you please.

            • kevin browne

              Cheltenham is just a few hours North away from from me so I'm getting the chills also. love this writing.

              • Frank Prem

                Hi Kevin. Thank you. I must tell you though, that my Cheltenham is in Australia (Melbourne). Probably the same weather, though.

              • Louis Gibbs

                Indeed, we all dance through life alone ... some times with partners, sometimes without. Another fine write, Frank.

                • Frank Prem

                  Glad you enjoyed, Louis.



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