Sunday, 11 August 2013

Dance.





Wooden flooring resonates

 The rhythmic tap of the stilletoes

 the reverberations of the live music in the air.

 Sends the adrenaline soaring

 patrons have shelled out a fortune

 for the drink , dance and drums.

 The dancers adorn a mask of

 layered colours on their face

 to conceal the tears and tragedy.

 In return they get paid a dime.

FOR : THE MAG





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8 comments:

  1. Magaly Guerrero11 August 2013 at 09:21

    "a dime" to hide their sorrows... how sad ;-(

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  2. Unknown11 August 2013 at 11:26

    a fortune for them

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  3. SuKupedia ™ :) :)12 August 2013 at 02:32

    vow this is beautiful.. i am going to give it a try too :)

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  4. Tess Kincaid12 August 2013 at 12:58

    Powerful dime...literally or metaphorically...

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  5. Trellissimo13 August 2013 at 03:40

    Not quite a minimum wage?! :)

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  6. Unknown13 August 2013 at 03:53

    Excellent!

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  7. Saru Singhal13 August 2013 at 08:20

    Lovely poem. Could feel the picture in your words.

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  8. Chris Lawrence13 August 2013 at 22:49

    loved this it had a wonderful blend of happy and sad following the rhythm of the dance

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