Amid the blaze of fire,
she dances alive,
bowed down upon the presence
of fiery creatures,
which, casted, burn and smoke
and cry their spirits out
majestically following the music’s flow.
she dances alive,
bowed down upon the presence
of fiery creatures,
which, casted, burn and smoke
and cry their spirits out
majestically following the music’s flow.
A feathered mask hides her face,
and conceals more than a girl’s game,
for, yes! she dances alive,
but in her steps she carries
the whole weight of the World
finely woven in the colours
of feathers of dead ancient birds.
and conceals more than a girl’s game,
for, yes! she dances alive,
but in her steps she carries
the whole weight of the World
finely woven in the colours
of feathers of dead ancient birds.
8 comments:
I saw this vision in my mind, which you painted - the fire and girl dancing. A tribal beat in the dark of night - a lone figure dancing… Thank you for inviting me, I enjoyed your poem!
you painted a very cool picture here friend, bravo..
I just like this.
A fine brief poem. Can I just ask why "casted" instead of "cast"? The past tense of to cast is cast, as in yesterday I cast a stone into the stream.
Thanks for the invite to read this. I read it a few times and appreciate how you crafted the imagery. I'd love to see this expanded a bit with some more of the surroundings. Which means I'd like to see more like this.
Nicely done.
What inspired it?
Thanks all of you for the comments!!
I love to recieve your feedback
enjoyed the language at the end. reminded me of temple of my familiar.
Really love the images this poem creates...magical!
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