Wistfully and whimsically she took the firs steps,
in a flair her raven hair whirled, attuned to the music.
Her tempo, ever changing yet always fitting,
showed her hart, rushing of emotion.
With fluidity she danced for her moon,
with subtle movements conveying prowess.
Gliding in perfect counterpoint,
to the beat of the moon.
Her dance flickers in intricate steps,
on the balcony of endless affection.
She dances... fuelled by love
and the moons radiant blessing.
Author notes
I tried pushing myself on this one and am quite satisfied with it.
A contest entry
- Quickie Time! PIF Pic Prompt by Carolina Moon.
450 points, ended June 26, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like this very much
The movements of the dance within speak with the language of love and emotion.
A very beautiful poem
Dee
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Wonderful take on the prompt, I appreciate your entry.
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