We Danced Around Our Shadows

I wanted to come up with something new for National Poetry Day. I hope you like it.
Much love,
Simon.

We danced around our shadows, the music calling forth,
With care our feet made patterned shapes,
The dark we skipped for fear of fate,
And though the hour grew so late,
Still we danced some more.

We danced around our shadows, our bodies ‘cross the floor,
To lose ourselves within the tune,
Your eyes on mine and showing doom,
Our mirror ball the shining moon,
Still we danced some more.

We danced around our shadows, stuck forever on our course,
The never ending drummer’s beat,
Forgetting what it is to sleep,
All the while not quite complete,
Still we danced some more.

We danced around our shadows, not what we bargained for,
To never now assume our rest,
We move as one at tune’s behest,
Eternity spent chest to chest,
Still we danced some more.

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Polly-Anne

This is yet another piece that went on its own path from my mind to the keyboard. Poor, sweet Polly-Anne…what did she do to deserve such a fate?
I have no idea. But please, think of her fondly, and I hope you like my tale of her.

She’s never alone, sweet Polly-Anne,
The voice in her head never leaves;
Accusing and cruel,
With a cast iron rule,
A presence in mind,
That’s not often kind,
It colours the life that she leads.

She dances alone, does Polly-Anne,
To music that only she hears;
The strings of a harp,
That pluck at her heart,
The beat of a drum,
That makes her bones hum,
The voice of the crowd always cheers.

She’s wanted by all, dear Polly-Anne,
But no one will ever get close;
She passes like spring,
Or a bird on the wing,
Not staying too long,
Like summer she’s gone,
But in winter I miss her most.

No longer with us, poor Polly-Anne,
Too gentle for world such as this;
She swallowed her fill,
From one box of pills,
And went to her rest,
No beat in her chest,
I bid her goodbye with a kiss.

When It Comes For You

I have written a poem before called “When It Comes” and it does have the feel of a similar idea. But this one came to me this evening, and although the title and the feeling is similar to the other one, I’d still class this as original. I hope you like it.

It could arrive in poetry,
With words of dancing prose;
Pictures conjured with such words
From whence nobody knows;
But you will know the truth of it
When it comes for you.

It could be heard in music sweet,
The calling songs of old;
Such imagery so brought to bear
With symphonies of gold;
But you will hear the heart of it
When it comes for you.

It could be seen through artists eye,
With inks and oils arrayed;
A canvas used as widow clear
To view the world displayed;
But in such art you’ll see its soul
When it comes for you.

It could by nature be revealed,
In falling sunlights beam;
To set aglow like honeyed fire
And cause a precious gleam;
But in such light you’ll feel this love
When it comes for you.

So don’t refuse or turn away,
Embrace this precious chance;
Be not afraid to free your heart
And give it reign to dance;
For love will nurture, fill and bless
When it comes for you.

Birmingham Jail : A Recording

I’m updating this to include it in the Daily Prompt. It’s not about my love of an instrument per se, but it shows how I like to mix great words (poetry of sorts) with my favourite instrument. It’s a very old American folk song, covered by all sorts of people. This is my version. The recording quality isn’t all that, and as always my voice isn’t the best, but it’s a lovely, lovely song, if you can just focus on the lyrics. It’s called “Down In The Valley” or “Birmingham Jail”. Thank you.

Speak Not

Speak not, dear heart;
words in this timeless moment
would mar our physical expression.
For what is love, if not
expressed with the poetry
of touch and taste,
the prose of
sigh and breath?
If poetry be the language
of love, then let our actions
be a symphony,
a kaleidoscope of
color and movement to
shame even the most artistic
of poets.

Speak not, dear heart;
words have no place in our
world of light and shadow.
For what words are needed,
when desires can be so clearly seen
in the widening eye,
in moistened lips of
passion?
Never so sweetly has my
body been in tune with another,
as clear in tone and song,
as beautifully blessed,
as heavens own
sainted chorus.

Speak not, dear heart.

Speak not.

They Danced : A Reading

I wrote a poem yesterday called “We Danced” – it was written from a first person, male point of view. The exceptionally talented fibee5 liked it, and wanted to record a reading of it, but thought it wouldn’t sound right from a male perspective spoken in a female voice. (I think it would have sounded very interesting, actually – almost like a lesbian romance – but it’s her voice and her choice). Anyway, after a small re-write, fibee5 recorded this version for me. Again, she’s perfectly captured the rhythm and feeling of the poem. I hope you like it. And please, pay a visit to her blog here, you won’t be disappointed. Thank you.

And here is the re-write so you can read along if you wish…

In marbled halls with velvet drapes
they met ‘neath evening moon;
The dress of silk that hugged her curves
set heart of his to swoon.
The chess board floor of black and white
did echo to her heels;
And perfumed skin in flawless form
his breath did quickly steal.
As hands entwined and bodies touched
their world became a dream;
The music swelled and took their minds
her eyes so sweetly gleamed.
They moved as one within the beat
perfectly in time;
Around they span in breathless whirl
a movement so sublime.
The room around them slowly faded
leaving them apart;
And all they knew in moment held
the beating of their hearts.
They gave themselves to here and now
for parting comes too soon;
So while the music carried them
they danced around the room.

We Danced

In marbled halls with velvet drapes
we met ‘neath evening moon;
The dress of silk that hugged your curves
set heart of mine to swoon.
The chess board floor of black and white
did echo to your heels;
And perfumed skin in flawless form
my breath did quickly steal.
As hands entwined and bodies touched
my world became a dream;
The music swelled and took our minds
your eyes so sweetly gleamed.
We moved as one within the beat
perfectly in time;
Around we span in breathless whirl
your gazed affixed on mine.
The room around us slowly faded
leaving us apart;
And all we knew in moment held
the beating of our hearts.
We gave ourselves to here and now
for parting comes too soon;
So while the music carried us
we danced around the room.