Sunday, 25 August 2013

Upping the Tempo

“Dancing in all its forms cannot be excluded from the curriculum of all noble education; dancing with the feet, with ideas, with words, and, need I add that one must also be able to dance with the pen?” - Friedrich Nietzsche (Twilight of the Idols)

Gay or straight, it’s never too late to learn certain dance steps or re-learn, as the case may be...

This poem is a kenning.


I creep up on cold feet
(love to blow bubbles in a cynic’s face)
lead them a lively dance
away from querulous urban sprawl,
where open spaces beckon,
prose fields beside satire’s streams
where songbirds give the lie
to dashed hopes, impossible dreams,
cruel whispers in the ear

Oh, but I love to play games
(preferring pretty bubbles to drab tears)
especially hide-and-seek
among trees looking on with a grin
where open spaces beckon;
though telegraph poles might trespass
along with mobile phone masts
and utility pipelines, we’ll not let them
get to us

I’ll play tricks on cold feet
(bubbles like eyes winking mischievously)
lead them a lively dance
away from heads-you-win, tails-I-lose
looking glass wars
in dusty rooms, opening up windows
to let back in the heady smells
of honeysuckle and freshly mown grass,
Earth Mother in on the game

Inspired by Apollo’s lyre, I am the dance
into passion’s fire that’s called romance

Copyright R. N. Taber 2009

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