Hidden pies,
barrels of beer under the floorboards,
and a song.
The old cafe
sits waiting for the gold rush time to come,
and sighs.
An open door,
there’s food, drinks, and sweets galore,
and a dance.
Poetry | Stories | Photography
Hidden pies,
barrels of beer under the floorboards,
and a song.
The old cafe
sits waiting for the gold rush time to come,
and sighs.
An open door,
there’s food, drinks, and sweets galore,
and a dance.
Lovely eyes
so full of light
A soft heart
alive at night
By the Winter moon
within clouded starlight
Do not go too soon
dancing in the moonlight
Beautiful flower
a charmer of the night
Womanly power
take me into the light
Run Away with me
Dance on a cloud, touch the stars
On the moon, we sit
Hair ready to take flight
as you
strut your balloon skirt but.
Feeling ready to break
the floor, yet loathing
whispers freeze you.
A Jizzy Jammer pops a pill,
so you decide that’s for you,
as you slam down courage.
Now you’re online and out there
collapsing the dance floor;
deconstructing dance moves,
freaking out the conservatives.
Bursting flowers
Moving in waves across the field
Colours of blossoming spring dance
Sunshine is brighter than the light
We dance,
move and
weave
in and out
of the trees
to the beat
of the forest
of light.
There’s a melody dancing in the wind.
Tiptoeing and fluttering about, the melody moves her to the sound.
Satie’s soft bows from a violin stir her heart as the flowers and trees sway along.
In the distance, he sits playing along, only to vanish the moment they meet.
The dance floor.
A fever burning the timber,
the floor is perspiring fire vigorously.
Smashing saucepans in the air.
Running,
Fluttering,
Humming,
and
Mumbling,
here,
there,
and
everywhere.