Saturday, 20 April 2013

Dance if you can #NaPoWriMoDayTwenty

Dance prance
Twirl swirl
Head held high
Hair rich with curl

Dance for the king
The emperor too
A flower in the wind
A beautiful view

Dance for supper
It's your only meal
Dance when told
That's the deal

Dance like a flower
Bending in the breeze
Dance every day
You'll never be released

Xxxxxx

Image by Virginia Francis Sterrett
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16 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

Your use of repetition - both sound and word - enhances the rhythm of the dance.

Charleen said...

There is a rhythm to your words that fits nicely with the theme. Nice write!

Helen said...

Yes! The rhythm here is unmistakable! Very nice ...........

Kay L. Davies said...

I like the dance rhythm of your poem, too, but the last line left me sad...when I was young I didn't like the totalitarian power of kings and queens in fairy tales, either, and some part of me still can't get past it.
K

Sharp Little Pencil said...

The flow of the poem is lovely... but this also felt like a commentary on women's lot throughout the ages. At first, it's all "Dance, dance, twirl..." and then it morphs from observation of their movements... to the fact that they are enslaved.

This hit me in my protofeminist heart, and I wonder whether that was part of your process? Pls. let me know if you visit my blog, OK? Thanks, Amy

Emma Major said...

I was thinking about all of humanity in our greed ridden world, women, men and everyone. so yes, you've got the enslaved right but the issue is bigger :)

Emma Major said...

exactly Kay, and yet in our perceived freedom I don't think we really are whilst we follow the call of greed and worth to stay on the treadmill

Sharp Little Pencil said...

Emma, thanks for stopping by my blog, too, and for addressing my question. I agree - the issue is the whole world, and I tend to comment only on the narrative at hand. Glad I saw this deeply into your poem, which needs to be viewed more widely.

Gail said...

Beautifully sad.

Ellecee said...

Your poem reminds me of an old saying "dance or pay the piper". I, too, love the rhythm of it and the observation.

Susie Clevenger said...

Oh a woman's lot. We dance and twirl to the music of a man to be forbidden our freedom...

Lolamouse said...

Your repetition works so well with the theme of your poem. Nicely done!

aquadragonfruit said...

I like the second stanza.

Susan said...

Nicely done, catching them in the dance. Reminds me of jewelry box ballerinas and "Red Shoes" and a bit of Buffy Ste Marie's "Horse on a Carousel."

Robyn Greenhouse said...

A fun poem to dance to as well!

Cad said...

A merry dance, indeed. :)