by Michael   Sep 4, 2018

she danced

like a wild ballerina

she flew up-
into the breath of the forest

for a second or more;
but no less than four.

She tired me just watching;
but not, did i tire to watch

than fingers could-
tip-tap-tip-tap, on a table

with only two legs

clip-clop-chip, clip-clop-chip.

her hooves carving her name in the wood



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  • 10 months ago

    by Em (marmite)

    Love this Michael

    • 10 months ago

      by Michael

      Thanks Em :)x

  • 10 months ago

    by Brenda

    This is beautiful Michael! Love your visuals.

    • 10 months ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Miss Brenda :)x

  • 10 months ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    A beautiful piece of writing with a satisfying conclusion.
    What was your inspiration?

    • 10 months ago

      by Michael

      Thanks Mr D,
      It was taken while I while at a festival the other weekend. Incredible gypsy lady dancing in the woods, truly amazing! :)

  • 10 months ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Michael what a lovely layout and poem.

    This is brilliant. :)

    • 10 months ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Nams :)X

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