Friday, May 16, 2014

A Stolen (and Much Abused) Poem

Provincial Provocation to the Dance

O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin;
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid tribal dance.
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release of luck and chance.
Blessed dervish! Whither will thou whirl?
To hoke and poke, thus banish now thy doubt;

Forsooth, I say, 'tis what it is about.

This always reminds me of roller-skating...

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