Poetry

Monday, 1 April 2024

Ecstatic Dance

 I met a dragon in the attic

It was dancing there

The DJ's tunes were ecstatic

And so she stomped her lair

And then she tuned to jungle magic

And wild became the air


The bears began their bearing

The horses began to bray

The dogs began their howling

And the beasts came out to play


I met a dragon in the attic

Dancing in her lair

The floorboards creaked

Like a boxer's canvas

As if with fighter's sweat they wreaked

And pounded feet 

and punched the air

Though not a single one once speaked


Some were slow reptilian, 

Others like burrowing moles

Some winged hawks dancing

Raising up their souls


And my sap was rising too

As the dead began to live

And the Zombies of the grave so tragic

New life the music began to give


Skeletons they swayed their hip bones

Whales wiggled from toes to thighs

Dinosaurs as old as chipped stones

Wailed out their prehistoric cries


And St Mark's Hall became a dancefloor

For the fireflies who burned and sparked more

In the scintillating darkness of closed eyes

Then like dazzled larks flew flashing up into new open skies


As the churches rang their bells out

For Easter Sunday they chimed

We too rose from our crypt tombs

Dancing dragons thrice crow-timed


And our spirits left our bodies

And our heads did belly dives

When the doors to hell flung open

And we were free to live our lives


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