Yellow and orange dancers,
playing games with my mind.
Bringing warmth to cold hands,
while getting lost in time.
Playing games with mind,
they jump, twist and twirl.
Their mystic dance unending,
as their secrets they unfurl.
They jump, twist and twirl,
as fools sit mesmerised,
by their stunning beauty
and their promises and lies.
As fools sit mesmerised,
with this promise for tonight,
they do not see the truth,
as these dancers take flight.
With this promise for tonight,
there is no time to spare,
for these dancers are mischievous,
but their warmth cannot compare.
Author notes
A feeling born from watching the flames play and dance.
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Wow! This is really amazing. Your best poem in my opinion and one of the best I've read.
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wow I love how you have used the theme of fire and then used dancers to express it. A very creative, imaginiative and mentally pleasing expression of fire. I really liked this.
Thankyou for checking this contest out and entering Dancers into it Ampd
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What amazing metaphores and imagery you have used in this peice Rosemary.I Justy love the way you describe the fire as michievious dancers. That's brilliant! You words of movement as they'jump, twist and twirl' make for an incredible read indeed. It sounds almost like people dancing and worshipping something very earthy and spiritual.
Well done to you and good luck in this contest
Momxoxox
Gaylene
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your words beautifully mimick the motion of the flames
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