Shoreditchpoet
Jul 28, 2017 · 1 min read

Sonnet for the Dancer

I was taken back to the beginning,

When fires spat our dreams far into the night,

And the eventide tallow was melting,

And the streets were empty, and the houses quiet.

A time before words, a priori to

All knowledge, save that of fire and hunger,

For they remain unsatisfied and true,

Their origins in a world much younger.

Watching you dance, on the scarred vinyl floor,

Your weight, a shade of vermilion light

As something unnoticed, yet not ignored,

A dolphin leaping, an eagle in flight,

All part of the one, universal song,

An endless dance, where each of us belong.

©DMM

Photo by @chippercentral

Shoreditchpoet

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Local poet/writer & surveyor specialising in the conservation of historic buildings. https://shoreditchpoet.wordpress.com/ ©DMM Shoreditchpoet.com

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