Monday, 1 June 2015

June poetry day 2 - studio


 I've never been a dancer but this is how I imagine it might feel.


Studio
the studio is hot and dark there but light right here
on go the lamps - bang - and the scene is real
feet scratch the surface padding powder puffs
trailing damp as a sign that we are at work
music pounds a beat within though there
is silence without
movement is swift, contorted, full of painful lust
the twists, the curves and stretch
more and give more and keep giving
more

breathe now and smile. 
you live this.
show them.

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