Poetry

Saturday, 27 April 2024

Dancing Queen

 Fire in the belly

That burns up to the heart

Fire in the gallery

That burns up all the art

Fire in the church

That burns the holy part

Fire in the street

Where student protests start


I can hear the fire bells 

ringing in the city tonight

Can you see them running

Yelling hell hath no fury

Like woman scorned might


For the flames are licking

like tongues of beating feet

Fire dancers roaming

Through the rainy streets


Kettle drummers drumming

Bo peep has lost her sheep

All the fine beachcombers

Are looking for ants teeth


Any anti rollers fighting with belief

Dance on you crazy dancers

Against dark days of grief

Dancing shall give you answers

And each time you move your feet

Dreams like prayers of prancers

Are sent up to God's relief


So dance into tomorrow

Let daylight take your sorrow

All hail Great Queen Swallow

Who returns to love

The black-hearted beast

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