Fabric sweeps along the floor,
teasing the ground with its brush.
It whispers softly, miming a hush;
with a dip cloth cascades, a downpour.
Rivulets break free and soar,
then down again they gush.
Fabric sweeps along the floor,
teasing the ground with its brush.
Soft waves lap up along the shore
but back again they rush;
the splashing light reveals a blush
upon the sea, the tide so lush-
Fabric sweeps along the floor.
Author notes
I guess I went with a view more "micro" than "macro". One is to understand that dancing is occurring, as we watch the fabric of the dress move. (I just love long, flowing dresses.) Also, this poem is in rondel form. I hope I did it justice.
A contest entry
- The Dance by dewfall.
950 points, ended March 8, 2009, 25 entries
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